Fields of *** - Death in June
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
We're falling back into
Fields of R**e my love my love
And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping
And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
We're falling back into
Fields of R**e my love my love
Crushed crushed crushed
Crushed crushed crushed
Crushed crushed crushed
Mother bleeding
Crushed crushed crushed
Crushed crushed crushed
Crushed crushed crushed
We stand grinning
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
I'm falling back into
Fields of R**e
We're falling back into
Fields of R**e my love my love
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come