so clear All the blindness was taken away She closed her eyes and she called out my name She was never ever never ever seen again Harvest of sorrow,
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Suddenly it seemed so clear All the blindness was taken away She closed her eyes And she called out my name She was never ever seen again [Chorus] Harvest of Sorrow
it seemed so clear All the blindness was taken away She closed her eyes and she called out my name She was never ever never ever seen again Harvest of sorrow
To see into my eyes You'll find where murder lies Infanticide Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow
Of the bald head thug claimin the west Blessed with the preyer of the sick Triple 6 a 19 Hittin blunts and getting blitz trick [Chorus: Devil] It's the harvestor of sorrows
see into my eyes You'll find where murder lies Infanticide Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow
Elle part sans se retourner Et l'automne feuille A feuille s'A©coule Le sceau de l'oubli s'est brisA© En souillant un innocent amour A? l'aube de notre
Been cheated of my youth You turned this lie to truth Anger, misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow
last harvest Whispering walls remembrance to hold and the voices they weep no one hears, no one hears. So is the moon reflecting back your sorrow, surely
in vain I reap soul-grapes at harvest time. Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine. Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet
These huge organizations harvest lives The multinational, the unstoppable Unscrupulous, dead They paint a picture And retouch away the pain No grief, no sorrow
your heart was full of tunes As we danced as one with the dryads of July Ashra Autumnal storms of endless grey The harvester will sorrow reap You saw
green meadows, took some flowers growing in the sacred sand Smelled the freedom, breathed the air from eastern liberated land Survived the land of sorrow
Underneath the harvest moon Where the ancient shadows will play and hide With a ghostly tune and the devil's pride Stranger whispered all the town Has