Intro: , , ,
Falling leaves like a broken dream
A dying soldier and a fading scheme
And a dustcloud tears on her eyes
In a treetop the Northwind sighs
On a march through the fields CHORUS
Hearing drums banners raised
The soiled is soaked with blood
Despair death embrace
Falling rain is our last gift from heaven
As we follow the path to hell
The dust cloaks the forest
A spectre leads our path
Our eyes are burning with hate
Our hearts are scoarched by wrath
On a march through the fields CHORUS
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Falling leaves in a broken night
We drown in sorrows
And fear the embers bite
Hear the sound of Metal
The noise of guns
The roaring of thunder
And the bursting of bombs
On a march through the Fields CHORUS
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Dispair death embrace
On a March through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight