Sep 2020
bleak fields
quivering
under an oppressive wind
trying not to cry
trying not to cry
when it comes
pouring down
when thunder splits the sky
i will watch them die
i will watch them die
quivering
under an oppressive wind
trying not to cry
trying not to cry
when it comes
pouring down
when thunder splits the sky
i will watch them die
i will watch them die
