Under the nameless one The great overseer By the command that holds all command The final patterns speak with only one tongue of what to come As the harvest commences By the dead breath of my enemies There shall be order again Answers will not be given And so we shall take them by force
I am the Plow Harvester of red earth God of children’s fall He who walks behind mirrors Harvester of red earth God of children’s fall
Chorus: let the water give life To the rotten corn below Sharpen your scythe That you shall reap the earth you saw Beneath the roots Where my children grow
Oh lord of the Harvest Make me your fucking fist Make me your servant Oh lord of the Harvest I giveth And I taketh Oh lord of the Harvest I giveth And I taketh
I am the Hammer I am the Plow The seed of disease that continues to grow Within the eyes, that can only see so far Shame brought upon the father’s heart The man in the moon Died to soon And I was alone again In my childhood By the house that was not a house Oh how I long for the flesh of man