Dancing in the wicked land
Tainted honey, wicker man
Prayin' down on weary knees
Worn flesh now filled with fleas
Follow me to the wicked land
Disembowelled by the hand
One Last Stand
On the fields I know
Broken land
On the fields I know
Starving in the wicked land
Broken fast on distilled sand
Dying high below the trees
Spoiled manna consumes bees
Follow me to the wicked land
Disembowelled by the hand
One Last Stand
On the fields I know
Broken land
On the fields I know
You are the wilds I call my home
Vivis the hills, the hills I roam
One Last Stand
On the fields I know
Broken land
On the fields I know