White Fields

On white fields the hate still rages on
 Where does it's endless force come from?
 It runs amok in great greed
 When flesh is weak
 And desire dark
 Hear the sighing of a bleeding world
 Hear the sighing of a bleeding world
 The howling arrows skim on white fields
 Hunting down the prey of night
 Cutting sore wounds in many shields
 In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight
 A crimson snowdrift before us
 A rimy forest behind
 Life's a prisoner of the underworld
 The chasing anger is gaining
 It's passage can't be prevented
 The stare of the heaven's star is cold
 A dimly visible horizon
 The northern sky ablaze
 A crowd of fate
 Roaming in the haze
 On the road to doom,
 Not victory
 The path of gore and frost
 We step upon a trail of misery
 The howling arrows skim on white fields
 Hunting down the prey of night
 Cutting sore wounds in many shields
 In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight
 The howling arrows skim on white fields
 Hunting down the prey of night
 Cutting sore wounds in many shields
 In a dream of life there's (only) death in sight