The Harvest

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