Paroles de The Northern Fields (part II)

Somewhere far beyond the seas Between rotten thoughts and eternal screams There's a place near the sunset miles A moorland born in fearful dreams Wise men told us about these fields The land between the calm and the storm The wasted land that our fathers damned The land in which mysteries were born We have been told to spend our lives there In the seclusion of eternal snow I guess they maybe didn't know Yet there's always hope between ebb and flow Years we've been waiting for the day That our prayers will be heard So that damnation has an end That we're prepared to return To leave the fear To leave the past To demand Satisfaction for our life at last Back from the fields Back from the past Back from the place The place you'd forgotten too fast Back from the moor Cold and wet Back from the fields The fields that we shall never forget