King's Harvest

As the river flows from afar

No matter how much you try to drain it

Hunger makes the stars wander on

Your place is to grow what shall feed them

As the anger grows in your heart

No matter how much you try to deny it

Hunger makes his people go on

Our place is to grow what shall feed them

Rain is falling on the fields

They grow on me

Reach towards the sun

One day you will join the soil

But first we grow

My field

My seeds

I am the harvest

As the gods all watch as we craw

No matter what we will stand by our master

Our cradles and our graves under stones

Dug up by fathers resting beneath us

Rain is falling on the fields

They grow on me

Reach towards the sun

One day you will joint he soil

But first we grow

My field

My seeds

I am the harvest

As I lift this child from the ground

No matter how long it takes, he's returning

Our destiny is written in dirt

Nurtured by mothers raised by the seasons

Rain is falling on the fields

They grow on me

Reach towards the sun

One day you will joint he soil

But first we grow

My field

My seeds

I am the harvest