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(Alvarez / Martin / P. Lopez / Palma)

In a strange farm,

Out of nowhere,

Out of maps.

He is watching.

He Is waiting

For his own human crop.

In the shadows the scarecrow comes to life.

In the shadows you can't hide from his eyes.

Now is time to work my son,

Life in rags.

Runs with the devil,

Find your way to the sanity

And pray to your highest lord.

Fields of torture

Evil fortune.

Tool of fate.

In the silence

Of the old trees,

He vanishes into mist.

In the shadows the scarecrow comes to life.

In the shadows you can't hide from his eyes.

Now is time to work my son,

Life in rags.

Runs with the devil,

Find your way to the sanity

And pray to your highest lord.

Flies, save your soul and save your mind.

Feel the adrenaline inside.

Now he comes for you.

Runs with the devil.

Find your way to the sanity

And pray to your highest lord.

The scarecrow comes.