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Like a virus it crawls through my veins

Spreading like cancer, eating my flesh

This uncertain feeling, it’s not the same

Now turn the dagger into my chest

Crimson Harvest

Slowly starving

Crimson Harvest

No sound is heard, calm and silent

Pressure increases, stranded on this “island”

Seems no escape, slowly passing hour

The Crimson Harvest like a fruit so sour

Crimson Harvest

Slowly starving

Crimson Harvest

Feeding the lies of the Promised Land

When did it start, when will it end

Now and then only the sky turns grey

Every second, every minute and each day