Of Harvest, Scythe and Sickle Moon - Aoratos

Horned crown of the horizon

Gret ibex of the dusk

Rising towards the upturned void

Aloft this dirt-born husk

Bone to dust

Steel to rust

Cast these ashes

Upon raging guts

Neath sickle moon

Fly upon the air

Fetch-formed furies

'Neath Luna’s glare

Earth sated with blood

To nourish the seeds

Bones trampled in mud

By the Devil’s steed

I’ve ripped my hair

And torn my skin

To get my master’s harvest in

I’ve reeved all flesh

For the mighty dead

And blooded the field

'Neath the moon of red

I’ve ripped my hair

And torn my skin

To get my master’s harvest in

I’ve reeved all flesh

For the mighty dead

And blooded the field

'Neath the moon red

Horned crown of the horizon

Great ibex of the dusk

Rising towards the upturned void

Aloft this dirt-born husk