I stood in the fields of blood
took upon the winds, they came
my flesh it burned and the ground gave way
tears, they fell hard into man-made graves
I held onto the Sword and the Name
sands of time shall not re-define
that which was spoken before time
I will not brush off nor cover and hide
the battle scars which reside
upon a this heart and flesh of mine
I've been sent by my King
into the fields of blood
where victory prevails
under the winged-shadow of the Son
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