Harvest - Pathology

Entering the void- veal covered eyes

Ending a nightmare after the storm

Awake and conscious your memories

Run red- organs are replaced

Now the harvest ha succumb to deities

And sacrifices are inevitable

Burnt offerings remain a constant

The weak have delivered us

Below the sky they roam the netherworld

Wandering and hunting- lust for flesh

Above the sky they roam the astral plane

Hunting the flesh- lust for bone

After the silence we can hear the

Afterlife- delivered from the four winds

The weak have delivered us

Below the sky becomes the netherworld

Remembering deliverance

Harvest