Dead Sun - The Harvesting
текст песни

An imeasurable traction draws you
Towards the mountain
The feeling of need of release
from all the pain its caused

To throw yourself
into the halls of emptiness
Enter the last arena
with no hope to survive at all

This sorrow must now end
No other way can be found
Marching towards our doom
Such feeling of sweet relief

It's what it needs
it's what it wants
The craving for souls so strong

The harvesting has come
On towards the end as life is now undone