Lyrics The 3rd and the Mortal

The 3rd and the Mortal

Harvest

The cat sharpens its claws

And runs into the cornfields

Children playing hide and seek

A frail figure dressed in a cape

Wandering with measured steps

Haunted by derisive words

They want to capture the ogress

Wandering aimlessly

Finding pebbles on the ground

Picking leaves from from an oaktree

Stalks make rents in green sails

Have some candy

She says

Far beneath the raging sea

Lies a monstrous vessel

Chained men singing elegies