Thresher - Aoratos

Nights eye rolls back in terror

Becometh black

Melefic gaze of The Mother

I was the sower

Now cummeth to thresh

Know I am the knower

Saint of Blood and of Flesh

I was the Bestower

To the Earth my black seed

I am becometh the mower

Lord of thorn and weed

I have becometh the knower

Of what ill stars possessed

I am the thresher

The desponding spade

I am the thresher

The old jawbone blade

I am the thresher

My touch rots stalk and sheath

I am the thresher

The bringer beneath

I am the thresher

Neath the moons baleful eye

I am the thresher

The wolf in the rye