The Sorrow Fields (Morta Skuld)

Through eons of time history has repeated itself Those blind to its fury are condemned to this disease of our age known as the sorrow fields As we have prayed years and years In hopes of some salvation As icons placed before us and false religions reign No one or thing is immune Some sheltered to its tribulation only to realize what does lie ahead The sands of time may soon run out As the people of the earth await and pray for the end of the sorrow fields