Harvest of Shadows

Verse 1:
In the fields of twilight’s end,
Where shadows twist and blend,
A reaper stands with a broken crown,
Harvesting souls as the sun goes down.

Chorus:
Next harvest is soon, under the blood-red moon,
In the reaper’s eyes, our destinies lie,
Next harvest is near, whispers of fear,
In the fields of gloom, we meet our doom.

Verse 2:
Crimson tears drip from the sky,
As we bid our last goodbye,
Enchanted by the haunting wail,
We march into the night’s dark veil.

Chorus:
Next harvest is soon, under the blood-red moon,
In the reaper’s eyes, our destinies lie,
Next harvest is near, whispers of fear,
In the fields of gloom, we meet our doom.

Bridge:
Silhouettes in the dying light,
Bound by the reaper’s cruel might,
Our spirits fade into the mist,
In the final, fated kiss.

Chorus:
Next harvest is soon, under the blood-red moon,
In the reaper’s eyes, our destinies lie,
Next harvest is near, whispers of fear,
In the fields of gloom, we meet our doom.

Outro:
In the shadow’s embrace, we find our end,
In the reaper’s gaze, we transcend,
Next harvest is now, under the moon’s cold glare,
In the silence, we are laid bare.