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