Pale-faced, the innocent
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn
Don't dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold
He's gone
Blind my eyes
And I still can see through the mist
To the very end
There I'll face what I fear the most
Blind my eyes
But it all doesn't matter right now
I will bury my dead and keep on
'Til the end
I won't give up
I won't give up
I'll turn
To the "red fields of none"
There's a grave
There's a rose
Drift away
I can hear me say
"Soon you all shall be free"
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn
Don't dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold
He's gone
Blind my eyes
And I still can see through the mist
To the very end
There I'll face what I fear the most
Blind my eyes
But it all doesn't matter right now
I will bury my dead and keep on
'Til the end
I won't give up
I won't give up
I'll turn
To the "red fields of none"
There's a grave
There's a rose
Drift away
I can hear me say
"Soon you all shall be free"
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