Of Harvest, Scythe and Sickle Moon Lyrics

Horned crown of the horizon
Gret ibex of the dusk
Rising towards the upturned void
Aloft this dirt-born husk
Bone to dust
Steel to rust
Cast these ashes
Upon raging guts
Neath sickle moon
Fly upon the air
Fetch-formed furies
Neath Luna's glare
Earth sated with blood
To nourish the seeds
Bones trampled in mud
By the Devil's steed

I've ripped my hair
And torn my skin
To get my master's harvest in
I've reeved all flesh
For the mighty dead
And blooded the field
Neath the moon of red

I've ripped my hair
And torn my skin
To get my master's harvest in
I've reeved all flesh
For the mighty dead
And blooded the field
Neath the moon red

Horned crown of the horizon
Great ibex of the dusk
Rising towards the upturned void
Aloft this dirt-born husk