After the slaughter
I'll head you north
To a land
A bitter hell, son
Where trees grow tall
And blue voles
Run
After the slaughter
I will break out
I will cross
The flooded sand
I'll forget
The man I am now
I will breathe
Clean air
again
When I get
To where I'm going
I'll follow tracks
Tracks out
Through the graves
The corner fields
Will give me your name
And you'll be mine
Mine at last
And you'll be mine
And you'll be mine
Mine at last
