Across Their Urnfields کے بول

Winds of cold keep breathing strong Through the rain over the urnfields Within the storm, memories carried within the wind In distant nights, at distressed fields I turn my eyes in sorrow Fields of man-made scaring pain, fields of emptiness Within the wind, they fall apart My storm of hatred Hatred carries my belief Starched Christ for a descending race My blasphemy lasts eternal Torture Thy flame of torture lasts eternal Across their fields Within the wind Never seen As they wander As the fly As they sail Through ancients forests Darkened skies Forgotten seas