Once In These Misty Fields / When The Sun Rises In The South
Once in these misty fields. The blood changed the colours of green The swords of the creed were moaning in mortal beings.
They purified the land even if it was created by their God's hand As the believed
The spirit against the soul The battle for God above Under the purple clouds the blood red ground
Small group of warriors in the edge of field and threes They are waiting the battle to come in still darkening night
The soldiers lie in blood under the sun The sun they'll never see again Their souls have been blessed and send to the gates - To the gates that they never believed in.
When the sun rises in the South The first ones fall to the ground Blood bleeds in the battlefield Blood of the false believe.
When the sun rises in the South The first ones fall to the ground Blood bleeds in the battlefield Blood of the false believe.