Plough the fields and say amen Genesis of a bitter end Bury the hatchet and water the rose, my dear Here comes the storm, let us be prepared She drifted back across the dark room And began to hum the doomsday's tune Find me a place where I can hide A hedonic tone to sacrifice All the stakeholders in the queue It is no man's land, I gasp for air And the waiter is not even aware It is chilly out there so grab your coat, my dear The peacekeeper is on his way She drifted back across the dark room And began to hum the doomsday's tune Find me a place where I can hide A hedonic tone to sacrifice All the stakeholders in the queue Spraying with thick gloss The last smile So it lasts a long time Wrecked and torn apart I sailed too many miles And a million more tonight She drifted back across the bedroom And began to sing my favourite tune A hedonic tone to sacrifice All the stakeholders in the queue