Norhtern Fields Part 2 (Norhtern Fields) Lyrics

The Northern Fields
(Part two: The Northern Fields)
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Somewhere far beyond the seas
Between rotten thoughts and eternal screams
There's a place near the sunset miles
A moorland born in fearful dreams
Wise men told us about these fields
The land between the calm and the storm
The wasted land that our fathers damned

The land in which mysteries were born
We have been told to spend our lives there
In the seclusion of eternal snow
I guess they maybe didn't know
Yet there's always hope between ebb and flow
Years we've been waiting for the day
That our prayers will be heard
So that damnation has an end
That we're prepared to return
To leave the fear
To leave the past
To demand
Satisfaction for our life at last
Back from the fields
Back from the past
Back from the place
The place you'd forgotten too fast
Back from the moor
Cold and wet
Back from the fields
The fields that we shall never forget