In the fields a distant war beat What lays lurking under their feet Listen close you'll hear its heart beat God knows heaven hath no mercy In the fields there is no warning Blood and bones rot under their feet Blood makes grass grown green like money God hath little use of mercy There are no words For this curse Did it even occur? No more words In the fields a distant war beat What lays lurking under their feet Listen close you'll hear its heart beat God knows heaven hath no mercy In the fields theres little warning Blood and bones rot under their feet Blood makes grass grown green like money Fields of chaos hides a war treat The maimed The forgotten generations After the warriors The maimed The tortured generations After the warriors There are no words For this curse You were not there Did it even occur?