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
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
high rise grave My baby, come home Same black day, high rise grave Raw sugar, I don't wanna die Living in a high rise grave My baby, come home Same black day, high rise grave
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
in the mill boys, 'till our dying day We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day Cotton mill will get you
. 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
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to
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
day, I saw many fall I stood with my king and he fought like hell Pierced with arrows, he finally fell With the king fell Scotland's Pride A damned day
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
... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day
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
begin to realize it When I saw home so blue, be torn in two All by the hands of her own child Humanity; the festering cancer that Dug her own 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
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
