The Reaping Lyrics

by Eternal Gaze
Album: The Reaping 
The fields are ripe for harvest

Swing Thy Sickle And Reap

Gather thy wheat to the threshing floor

For all this time we've been groaning

Gather thy wheat to the threshing floor

For all this time we've been growing together

For all this time we've endured their reckoning

This unholy mixture

Thresh Thresh Thresh Thresh Thresh

Let only the grain remain

Thresh Thresh Thresh Thresh Thresh

Separate me