In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps? meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field
and all With the power of the almighty sword We'll fight the battle on the fields tonight To save us from the master of all We fight the battle on the fields
routine People walkin' right by but never notice the screams A backwoods philosophy passed down through the ages Generation of murder written down in these pages Of a book overlooked and forgotten
I can hear them screaming through the forest at night [echoes] Snakes [repeat and echoes] In the belly of the beast, a place thats miles away In a deep
Tonight our endless hunt begins A storm of endless flames The moon, the stars, the killing fields Only the darkest souls will walk this ground Shadows
fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained As I walked across the field
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass But I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps? Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field
seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass But I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps? Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field
It'll shake a man's timbers when he loses his heart When he has to remember what broke him apart This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not When the crying fields
routine People walking right by, but never notice the screams A backwoods philosophy passed down thru the ages generations of murder, written down in these pages of a book overlooked and forgotten
[lyrics: Emetic] In the fields of death at an hour of destruction the wind blew cold A vast field of tombstones and cenotaphs all moisture-stained As
by Svartalv, Sarcana and Sanrabb, Lyrics by Svartalv] TONIGHT OUR ENDLESS HUNT BEGINS A STORM OF ENDLESS FLAMES THE MOON, THE STARS, THE KILLING FIELDS
each other By slyness the blood has been spilled pride has been forgotten and defamed But the memory still lives in our hearts with an echo of vengeance