Forever I'll enjoy you [bad word] to see you every day now if I can.
Is it not the time for everybody?
I still wake on the fields of regret.

There is something to this dream we're all involved in.
Can I see it? Can I say it may exist?
Why then don't the night show really matters?
If we dwell in the fields of regret.

What horror must invade the mind
When the approaching judge shall find
Sinful deeds from all mankind.

With death and nature in surprise,
Behold the wretched sinners rise
To meet the judge's searching eyes.

And when the doomed no more can flee
From the flames of misery,
Assist me... while I die.

Wander through those ever thoughts though if imagined, [bad word] down on, it's so easy to resist,
Rest me, hide my years upon the planet,
Sound another, no part over, won't forget,
When we laugh at the fields of regret.