Harvest

The winds are turning The skies get darker The forest culls And the cities bleed I plowed the soil And I sowed ghosts I am allfather I am the harvest In the dead of night Below the darkest skies I fixed myself With fallen stars Feast while my body breaks Feed on virtues and sin Devils and Saints Its all the same So feast It's all for the take I wear the darkness My thrusted armor I fed the earth with blood and sweat No rest for the wicked No glory for heroes As jealacy feeds the mouths of the weak Its hard but its real Im down here but I'm free