Letras de Bad Harvest

I was raised in the years of the harvest
There were fields to the far horizon turning to the sun
I have killed more than I can eat
I live in a house filled with bones
But now the rain doesn′t fall
And the wells are running brackish and dry
We stare out across the shrivelling fields
At the pitiless blue of the pitiless sky

Bad harvest has come
We gather in dust

The scavengers burn and so we're turning
Like marching parades through the capital streets
And they′ll be hunting for witches for the burning

I can hear in the far distance
The sound of the men making ready to come
I can hear them saddling horses
I can hear the hounds howling
Scenting and killing the air
I can taste fear on my tongue
I can feel fear in my heart
We'll be running and stumbling through the thick black woods
Through the barren fields and the empty towns

Bad harvest has come
The wars are all lost

Whatever is left will be returning
Like marching parades through the capital streets
And they'll be hunting for witches for the burning

Beneath the towering clouds of rusting red
As the sun bleeds into the horizon
And the churches of the new gods are closing their doors
The heart of God′s affection spent on their exiling
The gardens of the ruined towers glow with burning crosses
Our kings are in their counting houses counting out their losses
Trust to the stories, my love, it′s what they're for
What′s happening now has happened before

Bad harvest has come
We gather in dust
They'll be hunting for witches for the burning
Like marching parades and the wars are all lost
Whatever is left will be returning
And they′ll be hunting for witches for the burning

They'll be hunting witches for the burning
They′ll be hunting witches for the burning
They'll be hunting witches for the burning