| Song | Fields Of Hope |
| Artist | Vanden Plas |
| Album | Far Off Grace |
| Better wash away land into the sea | |
| when faith is broken | |
| all the barricades a potion for the waves | |
| let us feed the flood | |
| I know there's a way | |
| I can see visions and dreams | |
| I know there's a way | |
| I can delineate any new empire the colors | |
| I'm crying to secrets they're drying | |
| and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
| they always show the meadows of the seers | |
| none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me | |
| I create another world on the other side | |
| to show you the way | |
| to lands of visions and dreams | |
| I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors | |
| I'm crying to secrets | |
| they're drying | |
| and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
| they always show the meadow of the seers | |
| I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion | |
| I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams | |
| and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears | |
| they always show the garden of the seers |
| Better wash away land into the sea | |
| when faith is broken | |
| all the barricades a potion for the waves | |
| let us feed the flood | |
| I know there' s a way | |
| I can see visions and dreams | |
| I know there' s a way | |
| I can delineate any new empire the colors | |
| I' m crying to secrets they' re drying | |
| and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
| they always show the meadows of the seers | |
| none of the shields will hold me never swords will break me | |
| I create another world on the other side | |
| to show you the way | |
| to lands of visions and dreams | |
| I show you the way welcome to the dominion of coloured fields the colors | |
| I' m crying to secrets | |
| they' re drying | |
| and now that I see the fields of hope descended from the tears | |
| they always show the meadow of the seers | |
| I can be the hand a medium to scan any mind delusion | |
| I am just a passenger in a patient flood on my paper walls old pigmentations of dreams | |
| and my feather will delineate any new empire the fields of hope are painted by the tears | |
| they always show the garden of the seers |