The Northern Fields

(Part One: Wake Up)

By Frank Peter Hermsen

 

The trees that we had planted

Off the beaten track

Have been felled years ago

But we´ll always get back

 

There´ll be traps on our way

But I do have eyes in my head

If we´re not allowed to walk

We´ve got to learn to creep instead

 

No more begging for alms

Being addicted to dreams

No more rousing from fear

In between nightmare screams

 

Wake up

It´s time to set out

To cry for revenge

To fight against our doubts

Noone

Can soothe our wrath

We´ve renounced our faith

On this vengeance path

 

Some last farewells

To our absent friends

Who died on their knees

In this northern land

 

The time has come

For our judgement day

In a wellknown land

Where we couldn´t stay

 

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