Testo The Northern Fields

The trees that we had planted Off the beaten track Have been felled years ago But we´ll always get back There´ll be traps on our way But I do have eyes in my head If we´re not allowed to walk We´ve got to learn to creep instead No more begging for alms Being addicted to dreams No more rousing from fear In between nightmare screams Wake up It´s time to set out To cry for revenge To fight against our doubts Noone Can soothe our wrath We´ve renounced our faith On this vengeance path Some last farewells To our absent friends Who died on their knees In this northern land The itme has come For our judgement day In a wellknown land Where we couldn´t stay