One more nightmare calling Across his father's fields The night skies are dawning Take as much as she will
Trees come down
No more heathens falling Leave scripts on a burning page No love just heathens falling In this dying age
Trees come down
There's a girl in a green dress She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame She's haunted by the girl Who's crying in the red dress Running for her life In this dying age, dying age This dying age This dying age