Fields of regret

There is something to this dream we're all involved in
Can I see it?
Can I say it?
May exist

Why then don't the night show really matter?
If we dwell in the fields of regret

What horror must invade the mind
When the approaching judge shall find
Sinful deeds from all mankind
With death and nature in surprise
Behold the wretched sinners rise
To meet the judge's searching eyes
And when the doomed, no more can flee
From the flames of misery
Assist me while I die