Pale faced the innocent
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn
Don t dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold
He s gone
Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I ll face
What I fear the most
Blind my eyes ...
But it all doesn t matter
Right now
I will bury my dead
And keep on
Til the end
I won t give up
I won t give up
I ll turn
To the "red fields of none"
There s a grave
There s a rose
Drift away
I can hear me say
Soon you all shall be free
Carry the blessed home
No one s left here but me
And I will sing out your name
You call me insane, I know
I ve opened my heart
And my soul to you son
So pale turns the innocent
And al I feel is pain
Suddenly I understand
He s gone
Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I ll face
What I fear the most
Blind my eyes
But it all doesn t matter
Right now
But it all doesn t matter
Right now
Carry the blessed home
No one s left here but me
And I will sing out your name
Driven insane?
No
What I feared the most
I have faced and that s truth
The grey faced is not innocent
Though I cry in dismay
I will follow decay
I ll move on
Is there anyone here
Who knows
How it feels to be wrong?
Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To there very end
There I ll face
What I fear the most
Blind my eyes ...
But it all doesn t matter
Right now
But it all doesn t matter
Right now
Matter right now
Matter right now

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