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    "The Killing Fields"genre: Heavy Metal
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    Heavy, thrashing, and epic,this song will get stuck in your head,but in a good way, not like in a very bad Spice Girls sort of way. Think Iron Maiden meets Metallica meets At The Gates, full of gallops and harmonies.
    CD: Malstrom Demo

    Lyrics
    On his pale horse he rides in the field
    Onward into the setting sun
    Heroes were not to be found
    On this day only Death had won

    On this field the battle was waged
    On this field brave warriors met
    Never knowing what fate would bring
    Seeds to be sown, crops grown for Death

    Two armies closed the distance
    With sharpened sword and shining shield
    Never knowing through the slaughter
    They had planted the killing field

    The rain has stopped; the clouds have parted
    Stench of rotting flesh in the air
    Their hopes and dreams clashed in the field
    All that was left was despair

    Valiantly they fought for honor
    Spilling their blood in search of fame
    Praying God would grant them vict’ry
    As Death approached calling his name

    Two armies closed the distance
    With sharpened sword and shining shield
    Never knowing through the slaughter
    They had planted the killing field

    The crops have ripened
    Fed by the crimson flood
    Death walked the field
    Harvesting fruits of blood

    The crops have ripened
    Fertilized by the dead
    Corpses still and lifeless
    The lives their bodies bled

    The crops have ripened
    Through battle wrought with pain
    The killing field has ripened
    As Death collects the slain

    Overhead the sky grew dark
    And off his steed he climbed
    To survey the farm of souls
    His black cloak, he dragged behind

    Their corpses planted in the soil
    Like golden stalks of grain
    Beneath the Reaper’s flashing sickle
    Here will end a life of pain

    He turned his gaze to his mighty steed
    A smile stretched across his face
    For he saw his great prize
    In this sullen, death-filled place

    The crops have ripened
    Fed by the crimson flood
    Death walked the field
    Harvesting fruits of blood

    The crops have ripened
    Fertilized by the dead
    Corpses still and lifeless
    The lives their bodies bled

    The crops have ripened

    The killing field has ripened

    The killing field has ripened

    The killing field has ripened

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