Field Of Sorrow Lyrics - Falconer

The memory lingers on of the arrival of dawn. 

They saw the beacon aflame, 

Burning with sorrow for the lives that would be lost. 

And the troops went ashore, 

Sounds of drums filled the air. 

Towards the city they marched. 

Called all the young ones, called the old. 

Summoned the people to stand up and be bold. 

Fight a superior force for high society. 

Sheltered behind the walls, 

Holding the riches that forever could be lost. 

Outside the city gates 

The peasant army fights on 

Towards their imminent doom. 

Cross the Field of Sorrow children's soul still cry 

As an echo from the blackened day. 

Cross the Field of Sorrow 

There are whispers and sighs 

From burning anguish and dismay. 

From the protection of walls 

Beheld the blood stained plains 

Reeking of sacrifice's shame. 

Children and cripples of the battle that was lost. 

Trembling hands open the gates 

For the extortion of fire, 

As they had nowhere to hide. 

Fill up the barrels and chests with all your gold. 

Build me a throne to rest upon. 

Fear not the fate of the fallen, 

Hear not the cries of the crows. 

And so they sailed off with the gold. 

In the midst of the sea 

They were caught by a storm. 

Both booty and crew's lying deep.