Texty:
Steve Von Till If I Should Fall To The Field

You don't believe what you don't see Each grain of sand beneath the sea You have no faith in a dream Fade into the landspace, unseem In a field of weeds

Stones of skies Though i was young that night Never once did i fear I knew this ancestral spectre Was wondering God Known to our people forever Giver of breath and life I

This river flows to the South Like these thoughts flow from my veins Blood like fuel is fed to the fire Inspired by faces in the flames In the boats

is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven; Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven; A loathed jade, I ply my trade, unhallowed and unshriven. I

And then i born to die To lay this body down And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown