Testo In frozen fields Mors Principium Est

In frozen fields

Called to arms
Not our war
But still our destiny
Ripped from our homes

Torn apart
Misery for all
Where no flowers grow
Gunfire will light up the night

We are the living, marching to war
In the fields of the dead

There shall be
With that rich earth
A richer dust concealed

Washed by the rivers
Blessed by the suns
Eternal minds pulse

We are the dead, not long ago
We lived and were loved, and now we lie
In the fields of the dead, when great souls die
The air becomes light

Smoke fills the sky
We feel death's grip upon us
All, too young to die
Our souls are taken from us

When the snowfall is blinding
You try to find your way
Back to the place where you belong
Back to your loved ones

And when the snowfall is blinding
You try to find your way
Back to the place where you belong
Back to your loved ones
But death defies you

Lost in trenches
Trying to find a way out
Breathing gasses
Just trying to survive
So much acid
Death falls like rain

Called to arms
Not our war
But still, we die for this cause

Ripped from our homes
Torn apart
Senseless, our part in this war
We are the dead

Smoke fills the sky
We feel death's grip upon us
All, too young to die
Our souls are taken from us

When the snowfall is blinding
You try to find your way
Back to the place where you belong
Back to your loved ones

And when the snowfall is blinding
You try to find your way
Back to the place where you belong
Back to your loved ones
But death defies you