1943 Letra

Reaper

An Atheist Monument

Letra de 1943
Out in the field we are fallen
Frozen to death in the cold
Undeniable, we were born and so
Asking each other for nothing
Paying a horrible price
So dispensable is our sacrifice

Winter, the coming after ages
That marksmen screams and rages
The fire, the fortune, the victory has come

Watching the heavens blazing
Catching the frost on the ground (?)
Eat away ?, hear the waiting sound
Most are drumming and shaking
Wish they would shut and explore
We have come to bear this heavy load(?)

Winter, the coming after ages
That marksmen screams and rages
The fire, the fortune, the victory has come



We walk this land of rock until the end of time
The future once for vultures, now for deafening crowd
The time and time again, the heart, my never will ?
Till out of history the sensible must feel

Winter, the coming after ages
That marksmen screams and rages
The fire, the fortune, the victory of anger
And dying feast of nothing
And one by one we're passing
The glory of hope is not still gone