Reaper's Harvest
Song info: the song is about the aftermath of a battle. Most of the instrumentation was written for an older version of "Death Perception".
Lyrics
Spirits wandering the fields lost in silver mist
Awaiting the coming harbinger to bring impending death
To carry off the lost souls to the lands which lay beyond
To bring them to the golden city or raging pits of Hell
Rides on winds of mayhem
Scythe cuts swathes through their heads
A black cloaked banshee floating through the patch of slaughtered lives
The beat of hooves which thunder signaling that they have died
In fear they tremble as their legs refuse to let them flee
The glinting scythe of ghastly steel collects the grieving dead
The coming sign of death
Black shadow steals their breath
Silent is the killing field where bullets and corpses lie
The stench of rotting bodies clings to the thickened fog
As the final remnant is claimed by the reaper's blade
He rides off on his black horse as the weeping spirits fade
Reaper of wayward souls
Dreaded macabre harvest
Spirits wandering the fields lost in silver mist
Awaiting the coming harbinger to bring impending death
To carry off the lost souls to the lands which lay beyond
To bring them to the golden city or raging pits of Hell
Rides on winds of mayhem
Scythe cuts swathes through their heads
A black cloaked banshee floating through the patch of slaughtered lives
The beat of hooves which thunder signaling that they have died
In fear they tremble as their legs refuse to let them flee
The glinting scythe of ghastly steel collects the grieving dead
The coming sign of death
Black shadow steals their breath
Silent is the killing field where bullets and corpses lie
The stench of rotting bodies clings to the thickened fog
As the final remnant is claimed by the reaper's blade
He rides off on his black horse as the weeping spirits fade
Reaper of wayward souls
Dreaded macabre harvest