Aeveron - Fields Of Aeveron lyrics

Years have pa**ed away - still his soul's condemned. Haunted by remembrance ever till the end. Blood on his hands he can't wash away. Marching through the fields of d**h. Blood is dripping down onto the ground. k** to live and live to k**. Slaves of war - slaves of theirselves. Scenes of battle, caught in torture, d**h and terror ruled the land. Orders led their way - no return. Most of them they went there last, but how to die when life has just begun? Play fate's game to live, or stay on Fields of Aeveron. He looks right into his eyes, looks beyond his self-disguise. Closes his eyes but he can't hide the tears. Blood on his hands he can't wash away. Marching through the fields of d**h. Blood is dripping down onto the ground. k** to live and live to k**. Slaves of war - slaves of theirselves. And the sand rans way too fast, way too fast out of my hands. Tell me! Is it worth winning a fight and therefore losing life?