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Death comes to hold you in your wineyards and gardens

To gather all Children by his feet

All you who prayed, all you faithful and brave

The lost and found, all the same

Death comes striding through your orchards and meadows

To take your hand and lead your way

Soldiers, farmers, beggars and kings

All eclipsed by those wings

In the Twilight over your bones

In the Twilight over your bones

Moments stretched out like years in the Furnace

The Fever Behemoth within

The machines all silent in the stillness of your ruins

As the last of Souls comes to rest

All of your prettiest Sons and Daughters

Their Flesh all Ashes and Dust

Blown over marshes and naked rock

Their Skulls like marbles in the Dirt

In the Twilight over your bones

In the Twilight over your bones

Bury your love in the Dust on the Bedrock

Lay her to rest in the Dust on the Bedrock

And they

Swore they'd

Come back, come back

Another year, some other year

When the crops grew high

In the Twilight over your bones

In the Twilight over your bones

When the crops grew high

Among their Ghosts and Ruins

In the Fat and Virgin Land

Fat and Virgin Land