The Dusk Draws Near

[Am]  [C]  [G]  [Am]

[Am]Falling [C]leaves[G] like a broken [Am]dream
A dying [C]soldier [G]and a fading [Am]scheme
And a [G]dustcloud [F]tears on her [Am]eyes
In a [C]treetop the[G] Northwind [Am]sighs

[F]On a march through the [Am]fields          CHORUS
[F]Hearing drums banners [Am]raised
[C]The soiled is [G]soaked with blood
[Am]   [G]Despair d[Am]eath 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