Teksty: Azriel. Iscariot.

And so the harvest has come again and as you reap,
your mask starts to slip
and its only a matter of time
before your true form is revealed

so it's onto the next ones now
a fresh start, some new blood
catch them unawares
strike deep with double edged tales
of your historic suffering

now you 've won them over
its time to sew the seeds of your only nature

deceit

working like machinery
you cut wounds into the lives of any
that cross your path

but no matter...

you have ruined so much
but the harvest has come again

and it's only a matter of time...

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