Harvest day with a loaded mag Human crops in a body bag Machines of death under bloody flags Plow the fields and fertilize Plant the seeds and everything dies Giving life only to the flies
Sow the bullets and nothing's left but the weeds Till the soil until the earth bleeds The smell of mankind rotting on the vine The season of decline
Plant the antiseed Watch the death grow The only way to feed And make the blood flow The reaping Plow the fields of gore Hear the weeping? It's harvest time
Nothing grows on fallow hills Seeds planted shallow still In the end there's nothing left to kill These roots won't fade away They grow deeper every day Destroying everything in play
Sow the bullets and nothing's left but the weeds Till the soil until the earth bleeds The smell of mankind rotting on the vine The season of decline
Plant the antiseed Watch the death grow The only way to feed And make the blood flow The reaping Plow the fields of gore Hear the weeping? It's harvest time
Germinate it and bring it to the end Cultivate the dying we attend The antiseed spore brings death to us all And we watch it all fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
