Behind the Rose (Fields of Rape) - Death In June

In a foreign land

In a foreign time

Reaping time had come

I’m falling back into

Fields of rape

I’m falling back into

Fields of rape

We’re falling back into

Fields of rape, my love

And this was the way

And those were the horrors

As father went reaping

I’m falling back into

Fields of rape

I’m falling back into

Fields of rape

We’re falling back into

Fields of rape, my love

Crushed, crushed, crushed

Mother bleeding

Crushed, crushed, crushed

We stand grinning

In a foreign land

In a foreign time

Reaping time had come