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Grave Harvest Day

they were carved in you Carved in you Worshiped since the ancient walked our world Used as trust when you are lost on another harvest day Harvest day

high rise grave My baby, come home Same black day, high rise grave Raw sugar, I don't wanna die Living in a high rise grave My baby, come home Same black day, high rise grave

in the mill boys, 'till our dying day We are mill boys, stuck on the hill boys Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day Cotton mill will get you

Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to

day, I saw many fall I stood with my king and he fought like hell Pierced with arrows, he finally fell With the king fell Scotland's Pride A damned day

... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day

begin to realize it When I saw home so blue, be torn in two All by the hands of her own child Humanity; the festering cancer that Dug her own grave

Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave

Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave