Xasthur - Field Of Blackbirds

(The aftermath of the battle, the tears and the sadness!)

In the fields a blackbird cries
And another star has died
Mothers wail and search for sons
Brothers and the child

Do you see through
The mist and rain
The mourners
Have arrived
In the field of blackbirds
See our tears collide
In the field of blackbirds
They all cry

Will the dawn and the morning sun
Come and bathe us in her light
Hear the beat of a heavy drum
As another flower dies