Letras:
Grave Harvest Day

they were carved in you Carved in you Worshiped since the ancient walked our world Used as trust when you are lost on another harvest day Harvest day

Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave

girl........they call her Quicklime girl A harvest of life, a harvest of death Resumes it's course each day It comes as if by schedule A harvester lifts

The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year but I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland "No grave shall

. The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall

VIII - Disintegration] [IX - Aftermath] Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst

you On friday I took a city Cursed it with a plague Powdered crystals, smoking pipes To crush and to enslave And a row of dirty needles Lines the route onto the grave

of mind away Waiting on the sun all day Hands can bring about this change Why'd we ever come this way? Born into a masquerade Working towards a shallow grave

s mine, yours sevenfold I leave you in the cold Got all my schemes in place You stifle in my maze All you shysters Seek shelter on the last day While