Pain Confessor - The Harvest lyrics

Furnace glows in far horizon Crowd is there to blame Yes, the harvest of creation Books will burn again Lines of faceless humans Walk into the sea Waves of men with no expressions Eyes have lost their gleam Power guides the mindless ones Like a moth to the flame of deceit A storm is rising again A war is coming again Black swarms of locusts hide the sun Plagued fields of east Tainted grains in the endless field A war is coming again Feeding on sorrow, harvesting pain They will never stop the destruction Their scythe will rend again Souls ablaze with hatred Power guides the mindless ones Like a moth to the flame of deceit A storm is rising again A war is coming again Black swarms of locusts hide the sun Plagued fields of east Tainted grains in the endless field A war is coming again Symbols of old just painted anew Shortest straw is the longest rope Their guilt will hang innocent hope A storm is rising again A war is coming again Black swarms of locusts hide the sun Plagued fields of east Tainted grains in the endless field A war is coming again