The Living and The Dead - The Reaper’s Ghost | Текст песни

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Do not cross the hayfield, the hayfield, the hayfield,
Do not cross the hayfield as sinks the blood red sun.
Ghosts glide from the hayrick on the hayfield, the hayfield,
Ghosts glide from the hayrick in the eerie glow.
The Reaper crossed the hayfield, the hayfield, the hayfield,
The Reaper crossed the hayfield as sank the blood red sun.
He passed behind a hayrick on the hayfield, the hayfield,
He passed behind a hayrick as sank the blood red sun.
The sun went down and the moon rose on the hayfield, the hayfield,
The sun went down and the moon rose on the bleak hayfield.
And a cry arose from the hayrick on the hayfield, the hayfield,
A cry arose from the hayrick t’was the Reapers ghost.
Do not cross the hayfield, the hayfield, the hayfield,
Do not cross the hayfield as sinks the blood red sun.
Ghosts fly from the hayrick on the hayfield, the hayfield,
Ghosts fly from the hayrick in the eerie glow.

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