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