Field Of The Devil lyrics
Where might be the one who sold his village, lead the enemy for a
strike? Where might be the one who by his feet shed the blood of his own
brother?
Who might be the one with no courage, once with heart of a
warrior? Who might he be with no honour, burnt by the flame of
embitterment?
Did he not hear those to be slaughtered, cursing his
own weakness? Did he receive a pay for his deeds, ran away with the
burden of wealth?
The way of a traitor underneath the darkest
sky, caves of the wolves offer no shelter. A flight through forever,
nothing else you see, the way of a traitor so desperate.
And know
that those eyes are watching every hasty step, the less the ground is
hunting the hungrier it grows. So easy it is to drown a roamer and a heavy
load at the expense of a firm grasp seeking a burial place.
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