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...