I've done too many bad things    I'm going to the desert and I beg    You to forgive me    Forgive me    It's not that easy       Out here in the fields    There is our home    Out here in the fields    Where we are born       We will all die in a line of corpses    Line of corpses    Line of corpses       What are you doing here    I want you to forgive me       I've done too many bad things    I'm going to the desert and I beg    You to forgive me    Before i go    Forgive me       Out in the fields    Where we are born    Will you see the morning to come    Where we are born    Maybe you will see the morning to come       Hate me blind me it's all my fault    But not God's