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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) |