Fields of Fire

ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!!
Drain the lifeblood dry
Hard work will make you free
As the wicked swing their whips that's the song they all sing
Screaming in the ears of little lost lambs way down on dirty knees

On Perditions plantation the lord of lies sleeps a little too soundly 
in his multi-million dollar mansion
Dreaming his dreams and scheming his schemes
Demons dance in his fire while deceived ones believe
That lunatic liar lives high on the hog in luxury from the blood, sweat, and tears
of innocence now iced on miles of misery

It's bad business as usual until a new day it dawns
An old slave named freedom like a song comes along
Freedom speaks life into the dying and the dead
With a force called faith...turning mice into men

One thousand beatings and breakings only make freedom stronger
Strung up in steel shackles
The wind of the whips turn that slave into a martyr 
"We won't do wickedness work or pick the devils cotton!
We won't live a life that's lost to love, with hearts rancid, raw, and rotten!
We will die on our feet and never live on our knees!
These fields we'll set to fire as we watch Satan scream!"

Strikes from many matches set to birth a blazing beast
Slaves now rise with rage just like yesteryears past yeast
Hells horsemen soon arrive but their guns all fail to fire
Their throats get cut and spew their blood like rivers made of rust

Like shots into the sun they all rush the masters mansion
Lucifer quakes and quivers as God sends His holy henchmen
The devil he chokes...it's righteous revenge and the end of an evil era
Hope is now hanging from a hangmans rope
The slaves turn into freemen as they walk now through the smoke
Like lambs turned into lions
Now no sadness and no sighs
Happiness is getting higher in those fields all set to fire
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Beesley Avatar
December 25, 2015 at 7:22 PM
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