Trees Come Down Fields of the Nephilim

The war is passed
Now she tells him again
You should fetch the plans
The(?), the(?) you see

Leeway

Like the sun over the closing door
Whispered Caroline, walks down the steps
So feel the pain, feel the pain
The Heathen, the Heathen
Like the Heathen, the Heathen

From the crowd "Come Children of the Called"
And in the sect, they hurry around the closing door

So feel the pain, feel the pain
The Heathen, the Heathen
Like the Heathen, the Heathen

The Heathen...

Like the Heathen
Like the Heathen
God look out for the Heathen
The Heathen...