The Harvest

The blood will flow, down from the sky, angles reaping all of us, faithful or not
 The moom will turn to fire, the sky to ash, sickles reaping all of us, faithful or not
 Then you will see, Christ coming back, saving all of us from this torture and death
 The moom will turn to fire, the sky to ash, sickles reaping all of us, faithful or not
 And we will wait here, swords drawn, ready to fight for you
 And we will wait here, swords drawn, ready to fight for you
 This is my truth, this is our victory
 The blood will flow, down from the sky, angles reaping all of you, faithful or not
 The moon will turn to fire, the sky to ash, sickles reaping all of us, faithful or not
 And we will wait here, swords drawn, ready to fight for you
 And we will wait here, swords drawn, ready to fight for you
 It's time to rise and fight for life
 It's tme to rise and fight for Christ