The 3rd And The Mortal
The 3rd And The Mortal - Harvest lyrics
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and runs into the cornfields children playing hide and seek A frail figure dressed in a cape wandering with measured steps haunted by derisive words They want to capture the ogress wandering aimlessly finding pebbles on the ground picking leaves from an oaktree stalks make rents in green sails have some candy she says Far beneath the raging sea lies a monstrous vessel chained men singing elegies