Harvest - Born From Pain

Filth of ages floats

Like the burning soil

Destruction becomes harvest

The hell where my blood boils

Empty is eternity

Realize what’s left

Falling down, hollow soul

I beg for quicker death

I fear the time to come, the age of another light

Texture burned beyond my soul, I crawl onto the night

State of grace, bleeding eyes, life has come to this

Forsaken past, forsaken future, clench my broken fist

Harvest…

Visions of the future

Like my nightmares in the past

Nothing fades to lesser

Going nowhere fast