The Hardest of Harvests

Hungry vultures fly above the landscape The scent of fresh blood imbues the fields Forests and lakes replaced by flesh and bones The price of war has placed its expensive bill Wrath oppresses within my elder veins While flames scorch the house I once built The deafening cries of the ones who passed away Shall not stop the storm I swear to unleash This endless maze I chose to walk is blurred, in black and white A myriad of childish dreams lost in the sands of time The harvest of a lifetime is always reaped in full I shed my blood to save these lands You will not take them from me Once I could die to soothe your grief But now it's time to set it free Plagues never cease to fall upon our home The flags we hold have digged our graves Treason is carved deep in the skin of men Only their sins remain left to embrace --- The Hardest of Harvests - Incursed