Crimson Harvest


(taken from the split-7" EP “Abgrund” with Eroded, 2013)

Like a virus it crawls through my veins
Spreading like cancer, eating my flesh
This uncertain feeling, it's not the same
Now turn the dagger into my chest

Crimson Harvest 
Slowly starving
Crimson Harvest

No sound is heard, calm and silent
Pressure increases, stranded on this "island"
Seems no escape, slowly passing hour
The Crimson Harvest like a fruit so sour

Crimson Harvest 
Slowly starving
Crimson Harvest

Feeding the lies of the Promised Land
When did it start, when will it end
Now and then only the sky turns grey
Every second, every minute and each day

(Ron, written while the sky turns grey, in the year 2012)