(Intro – clean, reverb-soaked guitar, distant wind, slow build)
There’s a wind that calls my name through shattered trees and sky,
A voice I tried to bury but it never learned to die.
Every road I thought I left just leads me back again,
To where the silence echoes louder than my sins.
(Verse 1 – heavy guitars, slow and brooding)
I remember colder days, the taste of rust and rain,
Fragments of a younger soul still screaming in my brain.
Photographs like open wounds I never let them heal,
Every ghost I tried to hide is all I feel.
Regret is carved in bone and blood, a weight I can’t conceal,
A thousand scars that time itself refused to steal.
I built my life on broken ground that always seemed to yield,
Now every step just pulls me deeper through these fields.
(Pre-Chorus – rising tension)
Time don’t move, it only fades,
Every breath a debt unpaid.
(Chorus – big, emotional, heavy, varied phrasing)
I’m still crawling through these fields of yesterday,
Where every dream I had just wastes away.
No matter how I run, I’m buried in what’s real,
Forever bound to these fields.
Endless fields where my past won’t disappear,
Deadened fields echoing every fear.
Open fields but there’s no way out I feel,
Only ghosts inside these fields.
(Verse 2 – driving but dark)
There was hope inside my hands, I watched it turn to dust,
Promises like shattered glass, corroded into rust.
Every “what if” in my head keeps tearing at my chest,
Every sleepless night denies me rest.
(Pre-Chorus – more intensity)
Clockwork hearts and silent screams,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
(Chorus – larger, anguished, varied)
I’m still running through these fields of yesterday,
But every path just fades to gray.
No matter how I fight, I break but never heal,
Still I’m trapped within these fields.
Hollow fields where the light refuses dawn,
Fallen fields where who I was is gone.
Frozen fields where forever becomes real,
No escape from these fields.
(Breakdown – crushing, raw vocal)
Buried alive but I’m wide awake,
Choking on every choice I’d make.
No fucking escape from the past I sealed,
My grave was dug inside these fields.
(Guitar Solo – long, emotional, soaring → frantic → sustained bends)
(Bridge – haunting, instruments pull back)
If I could tear the sky apart,
Would it mend this shattered heart?
Or am I just a memory
That never learned to leave?
(Final Chorus – full power, desperate, varied)
I’m still crawling through these fields of yesterday,
Where every prayer I screamed decays.
No matter how I try, the scars refuse to heal,
Forever lost inside these fields.
Bleeding fields where my voice no longer sounds,
Wasted fields where I’m forever bound.
Endless fields stretching cold and unreal,
Till there’s nothing left but fields.
(Outro – distortion fades, clean guitar, wind ambience)
The wind still speaks my name…
But nothing ever changes in the fields.
AshesofEden
