The field of blood I'd left 
 They mean nothing to you 
 That war left scars on me 
 Without you now, I'm free 
 I'd found out what you'd done to me, girl 
 I hate with as much passion as I love 
 And so now, your [bad word]  for me girl 
 The end. Your end. And my birth 
 Walk away. Laughing away 
 Remember you always, and wonder why? 
 I'll suffer in your sea 
 Your ocean bleeds into me 
 I'll fall through your endless sky 
 But never, ever cry 
 Wounded by your [bad word] 
 Yes, I'll suffer in your sea 
 The fields of blood I'd left 
 They mean nothing to you 
 That war left scars on me 
 Without you now, I'm free