ACID TREE LYRICS

1. Fields Of Gray

[Instrumental]

2. Awake the Iron

The valley sleeps beneath the morning dew;
The sun is rising, darkness yields to day.
It slowly shows the scorched fields of gray,
The dying flames of fight will wake anew.

The land will tremble - soon the roaring war
Will fall upon the earth with dreadful wrath,
Leaving behind another bloody path,
A crimson mass of ruin, death and gore.

Listen to the east wind blowing
Draw your card and cast the lot
The abyss is always hungry
Ever lurking for its prey

Awake the iron
Time to rise, time to fight
The day of glory has arrived
Awake the iron

Unleash the joy in sin, the lust for hate
Chaos will reign supreme - the vengeful king
Will come to take us under his dark wing.
Today, all will be judged at heaven's gate.

Listen to the east wind blowing
Draw you card and cast the lot
The abyss is always hungry
Ever lurking for its prey

Awake the iron
Time to rise, time to fight
The day of glory has arrived
Awake the iron

Oh memories, your sweet vanishing foam,
Forever lapping on the drifting sand.
I'm cursed, I'm cursed by this forsaken land,
I dream of distant shores, I dream of home.

Although my tattered heart so deeply yearns,
The spring is over, never to return.

Awake the iron
Time to rise, time to fight
The day of glory has arrived
Glory and death

3. So Sings the Crow

When you reach Old Weeping Hill
Birds are mute, the land stands still
Children play with candlelight
Elders fear the cursed sight

Through the night, all winter long
One can hear an ancient song
Carried by the northern breeze
Blood and bones and heart would freeze:

"Follow, follow, follow me
Follow to the hanging tree
Raise the black flag, ring the bell
Time has come to say farewell"

"Bring the fire, bring the rope
There's no future, there's no hope
Hang 'em fast and hang 'em high
Time has come for you to die"

Sifting through the hard dried mud
There it feeds on flesh and blood
Bodies swinging to and fro
Death is near, so sings the crow:

"Follow, follow, follow me
Follow to the hanging tree
Raise the black flag, ring the bell
Time has come to say farewell"

"Bring the fire, bring the rope
There's no future, there's no hope
Hang 'em fast and hang 'em high
Time has come for you to die"

4. So Sings The Crow

[Instrumental]








ACID TREE LYRICS