The Northern Fields
(Part One: Wake Up)
By Frank Peter Hermsen
The trees that we had planted
Off the beaten track
Have been felled years ago
But we´ll always get back
There´ll be traps on our way
But I do have eyes in my head
If we´re not allowed to walk
We´ve got to learn to creep instead
No more begging for alms
Being addicted to dreams
No more rousing from fear
In between nightmare screams
Wake up
It´s time to set out
To cry for revenge
To fight against our doubts
Noone
Can soothe our wrath
We´ve renounced our faith
On this vengeance path
Some last farewells
To our absent friends
Who died on their knees
In this northern land
The time has come
For our judgement day
In a wellknown land
Where we couldn´t stay