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I sweep across the land

For servants of my harvest

All these faces that I've seen

Appear in my bitter story

I will never find the way

To the angels and the glory

So many dreams did not come true

No remorse in what I do

When I see all the pain

As I look into their eyes

I have the power to end

But do you think that I will bend

You know the things that make the world

To this bitter place of grief

With all the sad ended stories

You see, I am one of these

I know it's hard to see

The things I've done to thee

My twisted need I feed

With all you servants of the harvest

When I tell you how to crawl

I know you think that I am raw

Deliver pain is my game

And when you die I feel no shame

My servants of the harvest