Testo di Field Of Glory

The tempting smell of fragile fruits Dances with me like death with an old man I don't lean on it I'm dancing with a girl. My armour shines from ideas It's gold plate reflects the field of glory Remembering the storms and drooping eyelides And i'm shiny, proud and fulfilled. The pungent smell of victory Winds round my naked body I kiss the damb morning Dew washes away the guilt. And i, proud and fulfilled Drink wine of the best year The young blood of my forefathers. The pungent smell of victory Winds round my naked body I kiss the damp morning Dew washes away the guilt. The tempting smell of fragile fruits Dances with me like death with an old man I don't lean on it I'm dancing with a girl.