Moonsorrow - Field Of The Devil lyrics

Where might be the one who sold his village,

lead the enemy for a strike?

Where might be the one who by his feet

shed the blood of his own brother?

Who might be the one with no courage,

once with heart of a warrior?

Who might he be with no honour,

burnt by the flame of embitterment?

Did he not hear those to be slaughtered,

cursing his own weakness?

Did he receive a pay for his deeds,

ran away with the burden of wealth?

The way of a traitor underneath the darkest sky,

caves of the wolves offer no shelter.

A flight through forever, nothing else you see,

the way of a traitor so desperate.

And know that those eyes are watching every hasty step,

the less the ground is hunting the hungrier it grows.

So easy it is to drown a roamer and a heavy load

at the expense of a firm grasp seeking a burial place.