Forever I'll enjoy you undertaking

Come to see you every day now if I can

Is it not the time for everybody

I still wake on the fields of regret

There is something to this dream we're all involved in

Can I see it, can I say it

(May exist) or (Makes sense)

Why then don't the night show really matters

If we dwell in the fields of regret

What horror must invade the mind

When the approaching judge shall find

Sinful Deeds from all mankind

With death and nature in surprise

Behold the wretched sinners rise

To meet the judge's searching eyes

And when the doomed no more can flee

From the flames of misery

Assist me while I die

Wander through those ever thoughts though if imagined

But come down on it's so easy to resist (?)

Rest me, hide my years upon the planet [or ..ears...]

Sound another, no part over, won't forget

When we laugh at the fields of regret.