Fields of Bone Verse 1: Timbers sigh where the cradle stood Roots are crawling through the altar wood Curtains fade like a widow’s veil While the wind hums a requiem tale Chorus: In the fields of bone, where the harvest died We were kings of soil, now the earth’s inside Every wall we raised, every vow we spoke Turns to rust and ash, and the roots will choke Verse 2: Hands that bled to tame the loam Now they’re branches breaking stone Hymns of hunger, psalms of rain Sing the sermon of decay again Bridge: Crawl in silence, let it spread Lay the flowers where the house is dead Kiss the soil as the roots arise We are ghosts in the great reprise Stick: Hail the vine that binds the crown Hail the roots that drag us down Fields of bone, and blood, and seed Life devours what life will breed Final Chorus: In the fields of bone, where the harvest died We were kings of soil, now the earth’s inside Every wall we raised, every vow we spoke Turns to rust and ash, and the roots will choke (Outro: Kyrkklockor, vindljud, orgel som tonar ut i minor med lång ekoton.)
