One Day This'll All Be Fields
There are not but ghosts behind this endless canopy
And they all hold small comfort for deserters such as we
You have failed us in memories, your recollections all are lies
You've been such a disappointment from the moment that we died
And we will descend from the sky
And we will bury you alive
You are not the men you thought you were, never knowing your own minds
Still there are oh, so many ways to bleed the truth out of a lie
And we will descend from the sky
And we will bury you alive
Algún día todo esto será campos
No hay más que fantasmas detrás de este interminable dosel
Y todos ofrecen poco consuelo para desertores como nosotros
Nos has fallado en recuerdos, todas tus memorias son mentiras
Has sido una decepción desde el momento en que morimos
Y descenderemos del cielo
Y te enterraremos vivo
No son los hombres que creían ser, nunca conociendo sus propias mentes
Aún así, hay tantas formas de sacar la verdad de una mentira
Y descenderemos del cielo
Y te enterraremos vivo