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Years have passed away - still his soul´s condemned. Haunted by remembrance ever ´till the end. Blood on his hands he can´t wash away. Marching through the fields of death. Blood is dripping down onto the ground. Kill to live and live to kill. Slaves of war - slaves of theirselves. Scenes of battle, caught in torture, death and terror ruled the land. Orders led their way - no return. Most of them they went there last, but how to die when life has just begun ? Play fate's game to live, or stay on Fields of Aeveron. He looks right into his eyes, looks beyond his self-disguise. Closes his eyes but he can´t hide the tears. Blood on his hands he can´t wash away. Marching through the fields of death. Blood is dripping down onto the ground. Kill to live and live to kill. SongtexteSlaves of war - slaves of theirselves. And the sand rans way too fast, way too fast out of my hands. Tell me! Is it worth winning a fight and therefore losing life? Aus Songtexte Mania