The Harvest

think and you will see

Look around the farmyard now,

Their all dead, they all died

In a furious sun they fried

Their skins were roasted

As they were cooked alive

 

Harvest of blood

Ritual of fire

Death to feed a well-fed liar

Dining in the scent of the corpse of a crier

As the heat makes the bodies yet drier

 

 Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

 

Lords of mud-brick houses

My wife’s jewellery is made of flowers

Stained with the blood of our first son

My youngest daughter at my hands

Was slaughtered.

 

Hung from the sky

Hangman of dreams sits on a cloud

 as death is but an escape,

Trapped in a life of purgatory

But that is a whole other story.

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

 

 

Harvest of blood

Ritual of fire

Death to feed a well-fed liar

Dining in the scent of the corpse of a crier

As the heat makes the bodies yet drier                     

 

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t

 

Take what I make,

Rip out my eyes with a rake

But im still awake

So I see your will kill me

 

Harvest of Bodies

Harvest of Lost Lives

Harvest of half to feed the rest

Leaving the nest to pass the test…

 

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

Hypocrite, fires lit, swallow s**t.

 Repeat to end))