The Dusk Draws Near

Intro: Am, C, G, Am Am C G Am Falling leaves like a broken dream C G Am A dying soldier and a fading scheme G F Am And a dustcloud tears on her eyes C G Am In a treetop the Northwind sighs F Am On a march through the fields CHORUS F Am Hearing drums banners raised C G The soiled is soaked with blood AG Am Despair death embrace Falling rain is our last gift from heaven As we follow the path to hell The dust cloaks the forest A spectre leads our path Our eyes are burning with hate Our hearts are scoarched by wrath On a march through the fields CHORUS Comrades lost in the night Neither hoping nor fearing Of the hideous fight Falling leaves in a broken night We drown in sorrows And fear the embers bite Hear the sound of Metal The noise of guns The roaring of thunder And the bursting of bombs On a march through the Fields CHORUS Hearing drums banners raised The soil is soaked with blood Dispair death embrace On a March through the fields Comrades lost in the night Neither hoping nor fearing Of the hideous fight