Pale faced, the innocent
Will drown in blood
Hurt and withdrawn.
Don´t dare to steal my grief
In this haze of green and gold
He´s gone.

Blind my eyes
And I still
Can see through the mist
To the very end
There I´ll face
What I fear the most.
Blind my eyes
But it all doesn´t matter
Right now.

I would bury my dead
And keep on
´Til the end
I won´t give up
I won´t give up
I´ll turn
To the "red fields of none"
There´s a grave
There´s a rose.

Drift away
I can hear me say
Soon you all shall be free.
Carry the blessed home
No one´s left here but me
And I´ll sing out your name.

You call me insane, I know.
I´ve open my heart
And my soul to you son
So pale turns the innocence
And all I feel is pain.
Suddenly I understand
He´s gone.

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist...

But it all doesn´t matter
Right now

Carry the blessed home
No one´s left here but me
And I´ll sing out your name.
Driven insane?
No
What I feared the most
I have faced, and that´s truth.
The grey faced is not innocent
Though I cry in dismay
I will follow decay
I´ll move on
Is there anyone here
Who knows
How it feels to be wrong?

Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist...

But it all doesn´t matter
Right now

Matter right now
Matter right now