Buzzard - Doom Folk - 09 Harvester of Souls

Harvester of Souls Why did you go where the hungry crows Steal the seeds you sow? Why did you go where the scarecrow Climbs down to steal your clothes? Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. Why did you stop where the dead men walk In the ragweed and the rot? Why did you talk to the lonely rock On the grave that God forgot? Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. The harvester calls you home. The sun like a bloody church bell tolls. The harvester chills your bones. Corn husks dried up, cold. Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts…