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The Northern Fields
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(Part One: Wake Up)
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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The trees that we had planted
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Off the beaten track
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Have been felled years ago
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But we¢„ll always get back
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There¢„ll be traps on our way
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But I do have eyes in my head
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If we¢„re not allowed to walk
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We¢„ve got to learn to creep instead
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No more begging for alms
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Being addicted to dreams
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No more rousing from fear
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In between nightmare screams
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Wake up
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It¢„s time to set out
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To cry for revenge
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To fight against our doubts
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Noone
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Can soothe our wrath
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We¢„ve renounced our faith
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On this vengeance path
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Some last farewells
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To our absent friends
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Who died on their knees
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In this northern land
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The time has come
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For our judgement day
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In a wellknown land
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Where we couldn¢„t stay
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The Northern Fields
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| Another Tale |
