Fellow Demons Songtext
von Rake Harvest Wither

In the fields of gold, we′re vying
In the fields of gold, we're trying
In the fields of gold, we′re dying
In the fields of gold, we're crying


One moment in life unframed certainty
No warm light pointing me the way
As I'm longing for the guidance that′s lost
Ambitious but weakened, I fight and I fail

In the fields of gold, we′re vying
In the fields of gold, we're trying
In the fields of gold, we′re dying
In the fields of gold, we're crying

Inconspicuous, I please and serve everyone
When chasing my fellow daemons
My helping hand tailors the perfect suit
Remember me, the quiet Gentleman