The Harvest of Pain

Tearing the stitches on the inside of the mind,
I am sowing the seeds in this dead, barren grime.
All the roots reaching down to the pit of the deep,
Where the panic is pulsing, where nightmares don't sleep.
Zero limits or breaks, just a clean, brutal crack,
We are feeding the rage on the torture wheel's track.

Припев
Harvest of pain!
Come and gather what grew in the black!
Harvest of pain!
Hundred needles inside, there is no turning back!
Go and reap all this malice, consume the design,
It is all that is left of this fractured frontline!


Parasites in the core chewing up the control,
Leaving nothing but salt on the edge of the soul.
Every footstep on shards, every breath feels like lead,
I am pulling the stems, seeing all that is dead.
Tear the gashes right open, and let them exhale,
We have nothing to lose when the sanity fails!


Everything built has been shattered and thrown.
Freezing the doubt in the marrow and bone.
Reaping has started, unlock the domain,
We are losing, we're losing, we're losing our brain!


Reap!
All your insanity!
Reap!
All of the tragedy!

Припев
Harvest of pain!
Come and gather what grew in the black!
Harvest of pain!
Hundred needles inside, there is no turning back!
Go and reap all this malice, consume the design,
It is all that is left of this fractured frontline!


Nothing is left here...
Only the desolate soil.
The harvest is done.