Carry the Blessed Home

Pale faced, the innocent Will drown in blood Hurt and withdrawn. Don't dare to steal my grief In this haze of green and gold He's gone. Blind my eyes And I still Can see through the mist To the very end There I'll face What I fear the most. Blind my eyes But it all doesn't matter Right now. I would bury my dead And keep on 'Til the end I won't give up I won't give up I'll turn To the "red fields of none" There's a grave There's a rose. Drift away I can hear me say Soon you all shall be free. Carry the blessed home No one's left here but me And I'll sing out your name. You call me insane, I know. I've open my heart And my soul to you son So pale turns the innocence And all I feel is pain. Suddenly I understand He's gone. Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist... But it all doesn't matter Right now Carry the blessed home No one's left here but me And I'll sing out your name. Driven insane? No What I feared the most I have faced, and that's truth. The grey faced is not innocent Though I cry in dismay I will follow decay I'll move on Is there anyone here Who knows How it feels to be wrong? Blind my eyes and I still can see through the mist... But it all doesn't matter Right now Matter right now Matter right now