Flower Harvest

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The time of harvest is neigh
The woods send their Reapers
To back what was taken

Fire burnt
Black turned yellow
Pumpkins plump with fallen leaves

Watch away child
Humm your songs
Night shall go, and go on
At dawn we'll hope there's harvest left
Knowing not the thief from theft

Raise your axes
Take them down
Dam the rivers until we drown

Let them pay for the price they took
That taken was by a Son of a Took
Look look, the horros they caused our way

Behind us open seas of land
As it may

Yet in the night the Reapers come
Once more and this time save your humm
For last time raised was the blades to skies
Last time the hammer fell
Now man dies