Lord of the Blackfields
Dark is the seed that grows from the ground;
Light is its harvest for death you are bound;
Time or life.
Death and darkness.
He calls awaiting me, his time has come.
He has come taken the light from his soul.
He's callin' from his hill.
And callin' to his Lord.
and darkness will take you.
And darkness will take you away.
His master awaits you.
From the hillside he calls you.
Lord of the Blackfields.
His master awaits you,
Lord of the Blackfields.
His master awaits you,
Lord of the Blackfields.
Señor de los Campos Negros
Oscura es la semilla que crece desde la tierra;
Luz es su cosecha, a la muerte estás destinado;
Tiempo o vida.
Muerte y oscuridad.
Él llama esperándome, su tiempo ha llegado.
Ha venido y ha tomado la luz de su alma.
Él llama desde su colina.
Y llama a su Señor.
Y la oscuridad te llevará.
Y la oscuridad te llevará lejos.
Su maestro te espera.
Desde la ladera de la colina te llama.
Señor de los Campos Negros.
Su maestro te espera,
Señor de los Campos Negros.
Su maestro te espera,
Señor de los Campos Negros.