Lyrics
From the fields where our souls soar from their bodies as they plunge, in with murder
beyond the hill
beckon me not home from war
In from murder, as i drown in the prize of war
As prayers cease, engulfed within the price of war
as i came in from murder
Wherefore snarls this knell at daybreak in leaden contempt of mortal strife, in through murder
To an end within oblivion i once had turned to return no more, in from murder
From their ranks into oblivion they will turn home we will no more, bells ring out horrors as i wade through th accurs d flood
Beckon me not home from war, beckon me not home from war
in with murder
In with murder, can god still head each dying roar Funeral, the sun wakes red on the horizon
spiteful doom-sayer and bleak warning
as time has left the funeral fields
as i came in from murder
In with murder, from their ranks into oblivion they will turn home we will no more
As i drown in the prize of war, in with murder from their war
In from murder, the sun wakes red on the horizon
In through murder, in from murder and from war, can god still heed each dying roar
from the fields where our souls soar from their bodies as they plunge
can god still head each dying roar