Harvist - Drudgery Of The Craft lyrics

The skyline lit in green torn from this gentle blue soul Where I, a lad, would sit overlooking this town of old And I understood that to make my dreams real it would take the sacrifice of another dream I made that day For all the pain that I've endured I will never cease the attack Into the woods, I go The drudgery of the craft beckons me to strive for higher plains than thee But I shall return to your wretched land when I feel the need to suffer again