pale faced
the innocent
will drown in blood
hurt and withdrawn. don't dare to steal my grief
in this haze of green and gold
he's gone. blind my eyes
and i still
can see through the mist
to the very end
there i'll face
what i fear the most. blind my eyes
but it all doesn't matter
right now. i would bury my dead
and keep on
'til the end
i won't give up
i won't give up
i'll turn
to the red fields of none"