Field of Hedon

Master say on

Good teacher yes

We have heard it said

A certain man, a certain ruler

If there is no law there is no bread

New gods we have chosen

War is to the gate

In its turning it doth tremble

Woe to earth

Heaven has dropped its gates



Who is this who comes from Edom

Dressed in death’s red robe

In thy stepping out

Out the field of Hedon



My beloved is clear and crimson

He wear the eagle feather

Chief among ten thousand

The angel of the Lord stood by



Master say on

Master say



Who is this who comes from Edom

Dressed in death’s red robe

In thy stepping out

The field of heathen

In splendor finely clothed



Master say on

Master say