Time has come on this hallowed day,
All the voices I here all the pa**ion play,
And I do it all for you, all the little things you do,
I have seen in your eyes, I have seen deep inside,
But the battle has led me to you,
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep,
All the while I hear cries on the wind,
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose,
When the fields run red in the morning,
And I don't know why you don't fall this way,
And the tears I cry will be lost in the rain,
When you look me in the eye,
And you say it's time to die,
I have seen ships ablaze,
As we open the gate,
But the fire that burned was inside
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep,
All the while I hear cries on the wind,
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose,
When the fields run red in the morning,
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep,
All the while I hear cries on the wind,
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose,
When the fields run red in the morning,
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep,
All the while I hear cries on the wind,
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose,
When the fields run red in the morning,