Out here in the fields
There is our home
Out here in the fields
Where we are born
We will all die in a line of corpses
Line of corpses
Line of corpses
Will you see the morning to come?
Maybe you will see the morning to come
There is our home
Out here in the fields
Where we are born
We will all die in a line of corpses
Line of corpses
Line of corpses
Will you see the morning to come?
Maybe you will see the morning to come