Sown are the seeds of death To bring a harvest of flesh so ripe Sown are the seeds of death To bless with blisters and pain this land From village to town, from cottage to house From dusty roads across waters, the way be made There are no crosses to keep me away with There are no prayers that will get me rid Scourge of god - may I be - or just the devil set free I am borne everywhere, no walls can keep me out Invisible I roam amongst yee Silent and unfelt I sit among yee To ravish I have come, and make the many but few To silence the land from both laughter and cry I am the season in which to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
