Harvest Lyrics

Poor things your wings will burn

From here there's no return

Your future lies in chains

Being my dirty slaves

Obey my command

You might find it pleasant

Bow down before me

I promise you pleasure for eternity

Do you feel the warm wind drying your skin

Do you feel the sand under your feet

The sun heating your blood 'til it boils

Hear the angels crying from above

Welcome to where I belong

To my beloved town

The place I call home

I will make you my own

Before it dawns

I will harvest your souls

I will harvest your souls

Follow my voice to the gathering

A place for the sinful to redeem

The ugliest things

They've done in their life of sins

Do you feel the warm wind drying your skin

Do you feel the sand under your feet

The sun heating your blood 'til it boils

Hear the angels crying from above

Welcome to where I belong

To my beloved town

The place I call home

I will make you my own

Before it dawns

I will harvest your souls

I will harvest your souls

Here no one judge the fools

They're all as evil as foul

My kingdom lies in between three worlds

Nor hell nor heaven nor earth

A place where the damned can be free

As long as their souls belong to me

Do you feel the warm wind drying your skin

Do you feel the sand under your feet

The sun heating your blood 'til it boils

Hear the angels crying from above

Welcome to where I belong

To my beloved town

The place I call home

I will make you my own

Before it dawns

I will harvest your souls

I will harvest your souls