Текст песни Spare The Dead - The Harvest
Оригинальный текст песни The Harvest
Disconnected from it allA one-ton weight to break the fall
A darkened heart full of hate
Sealing the cracks of this fate
Volatile, compromised
Clouded judgment in our eyes
Drown us now, seeped in red
Like lambs to the slaughter led
Can you see through pitch-black eyes?
Death’s not one to compromise
No compromise
You reap what you sow
Silent forests made of stone
You’ll reap what you can
Desolation, ash of man
Poisoned words from filthy tongue
Spiteful lies and truths unsung
From the grave the past is made
Beneath the ground that you laid
Can you see through pitch-black eyes?
Death’s not one to compromise
No compromise
You reap what you sow
Silent forests made of stone
You’ll reap what you can
Desolation, ash of man
This is the Harvest of ourselves
