Like ravens on a scarecrow 

Too old to beat them off 

The guilt ferments 

Familiarity breeds contempt 

The yolk of faith splatters silent 

Harvest time, red moon rising 

Anvil cloud, lightning rod 

Peacemaker, life taker 

What's inside the silo? 

Can it fly? 

A needle in the haystack 

To crack the sky 

The yoke of faith breaks away 

From the beast of burden 

Harvest time, red moon rising 

Peacemaker, life taker 

Peacemaker 

Peacemaker 

Peacemaker 

Life taker 

The feet of marching men 

Beat down the fields of last chances 

As scarecrows in amber waves of grain 

Grin exchanging glances 

We've killed it 

We've killed it 

Killed it