Reaper's Scythe

Reap what you sow!
 When the hallowed harvest moon
 Hangs in the sky
 The reaper will be coming by and by
 Young and old, we must prepare for
 The Gathering
 Come equinox he'll visit us again
 And do you hear the bells begin to chime?
 They're ringing out for you
 It's harvest time
 For you cannot hide
 No matter how you try
 Child, you cannot hide
 From the reaper's scythe
 Yeah, the reaper's scythe
 Set the watchfires a-burning
 This Kindling Night
 For the psychopomp has taken flight
 By the corn rigs they'll see him
 Send up the crows
 Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows
 When September sun no longer shines
 Hooden, on a pale mare
 He'll ride
 And you cannot hide
 No matter how you try
 Child, you cannot hide
 From the reaper's scythe
 See the Pale Rider
 He's sharpening his blade
 See the Pale Rider
 Now he's calling out your name...
 Tonight he stalks the fallow
 Can you feel his gaze?
 Hollow eyes staring through time and space
 Now hear us as we gather round the shrine
 We're singing out
 John Barleycorn must die'
 And you cannot hide
 No matter how you try
 Child, you cannot hide
 From the reaper's scythe