Fields on Fire
On this evening all her grace comes forth
Wakes the fever in your fortunate eyes
I'll be facing you when night turns to day
Are you afraid of the dark in your waking hours?
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
All their smiles are forced and false with hope
Witching schemes in your hidden disguise
I will see you on the darkest of days
When the trees and the plants and all the fields are on fire
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
If you travel with wolves
Slow burning fields on fire
Through the mourning woods
Burn in your harvest
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in stone
In defiance calling the frost of my youth
I made angels from the fires you gave
Won't be dreaming of sorrow and pain anymore
Look beyond your skin and into your soul
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in gold
Wakes the fever in your fortunate eyes
I'll be facing you when night turns to day
Are you afraid of the dark in your waking hours?
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
All their smiles are forced and false with hope
Witching schemes in your hidden disguise
I will see you on the darkest of days
When the trees and the plants and all the fields are on fire
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
If you travel with wolves
Slow burning fields on fire
Through the mourning woods
Burn in your harvest
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in stone
In defiance calling the frost of my youth
I made angels from the fires you gave
Won't be dreaming of sorrow and pain anymore
Look beyond your skin and into your soul
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in gold
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Barthold, Mardstam Joakim Bengt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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