Behind the Rose (Fields of Rape)
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love...my love
And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping
And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love...my love
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Mother bleeding
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Crushed, crushed, crushed
We stand grinning
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape (Falling back)
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love...my love
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come...
