Paroles Bad Harvest de New Model Army

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I was raised in the years of the harvestThere were fields to the far horizon turning to the sunI have killed more than I could eatI live in a house filled with bonesBut now the rain doesn't fallAnd the wells are running brackish and dryWe stare out across the shrivelling fieldsAt the pitiless blue of the pitiless skyBad harvest is come, we're gathering dustThe scavenger birds are returningLa Muerte parades through the capital streetsSoon they'll be hunting for witches for the burningI can hear in the far-off distanceThe sound of the men making ready to comeI can hear them saddling horsesAnd the sound of the hounds howling scenting the kill in the airI can taste fear on my tongueI can feel fear in my heartWe'll be running and stumbling through the thick dark woodsThrough the barren fields through the empty townsBad harvest is come and the wars they are lostWhatever is left will be returningLa Muerte parades through the capital streetsSoon they'll be hunting for witches for the burningBeneath the towering clouds of rusting redAs the sun bleeds into the horizonThe churches of the new gods are closing their doorsAnd the hard old gods are vengeance-bent on their returningThe gardens of the ruined towers glow with burning crossesWhile the kings are in their counting housesCounting out their lossesTrust to the stories, my love - it's what they are forWhat's happening now has happened before

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