The Harvest lyrics

Furnace glows in far horizon

Crowd is there to blame

Yes, the harvest of creation

Books will burn again

Lines of faceless humans

Walk into the sea

Waves of men with no expressions

Eyes have lost their gleam

Power guides the mindless ones

Like a moth to the flame of deceit

A storm is rising again

A war is coming again

Black swarms of locusts hide the sun

Plagued fields of east

Tainted grains in the endless field

A war is coming again

Feeding on sorrow, harvesting pain

They will never stop the destruction

Their scythe will rend again

Souls ablaze with hatred

Power guides the mindless ones

Like a moth to the flame of deceit

A storm is rising again

A war is coming again

Black swarms of locusts hide the sun

Plagued fields of east

Tainted grains in the endless field

A war is coming again

Symbols of old just painted anew

Shortest straw is the longest rope

Their guilt will hang innocent hope

A storm is rising again

A war is coming again

Black swarms of locusts hide the sun

Plagued fields of east

Tainted grains in the endless field

A war is coming again

• Artist:Pain Confessor
• Album:Purgatory Of The Second Sun (2007)