Fields Of Death

Written by: Jodi Hill

In flanders fields,
The fields of woe,
The moon shine down,
Upon our foe.

The wars at end, 
A truce we've come upon,
The light goes dim,
And the morn will dawn.

In fanders fields 
When poppies die
The grave of dead
Soon will lie

More fall to death 
The dead has grown
In flanders fields
The fields alone