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Fields on Fire
6
Metal
Fields on Fire was released on February 22, 2019 by Massproduktion as a part of the album Through the Mourning Woods
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2019
LabelMassproduktion
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Left Hand Solution
Left Hand Solution
Performer
Joakim Mårdstam
Joakim Mårdstam
Electric Guitar
Erik Barthold
Erik Barthold
Drums, Background Vocals
Mariana Frykman
Mariana Frykman
Lead Vocals
Peter Selin
Peter Selin
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joakim Mårdstam
Joakim Mårdstam
Composer
Erik Barthold
Erik Barthold
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Bergsten
Roger Bergsten
Mixing Engineer
Björn Engelman
Björn Engelman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

On this evening all her grace comes forth
Wakes the fever in your fortunate eyes
I'll be facing you when night turns to day
Are you afraid of the dark in your waking hours?
 
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
 
All their smiles are forced and false with hope
Witching schemes in your hidden disguise
I will see you on the darkest of days
When the trees and the plants and all the fields are on fire
 
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain behind
If you travel with wolves
Slow burning fields on fire
Through the mourning woods
Burn in your harvest
 
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in stone
 
In defiance calling the frost of my youth
I made angels from the fires you gave
Won't be dreaming of sorrow and pain anymore
Look beyond your skin and into your soul
 
As the daylight dies
Slow burning, fading now
And you close your eyes
Leave all your pain
 
In your mind your crown is strong and nevermore you wear it in vain
In the distance I can see your face, it's old and ridden with pain
Paint the roses on my grave for you when I go my ways are unknown
And the tragic opus made up for my play is written in gold
Written by: Erik Barthold, Joakim Mårdstam
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