moonsorrow - field of the devil lyrics
where might be the one who sold his village,
lead the enemy for a strike?
where might be the one who by his feet
shed the blood of his own brother?
who might be the one with no courage,
once with heart of a warrior?
who might he be with no honour,
burnt by the flame of embitterment?
did he not hear those to be slaughtered,
cursing his own weakness?
did he receive a pay for his deeds,
ran away with the burden of wealth?
the way of a traitor underneath the darkest sky,
caves of the wolves offer no shelter.
a flight through forever, nothing else you see,
the way of a traitor so desperate.
and know that those eyes are watching every hasty step,
the less the ground is hunting the hungrier it grows.
so easy it is to drown a roamer and a heavy load
at the expense of a firm grasp seeking a burial place.
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