It's that time of year once more and again 

When the green turns golden brown 

And the summer sun shall fade to winter sky 

Old Oak King, it's time for you to die 



The King, the Corn are born to fall 

And all must die in sacrifice 

Underneath the Harvest Moon 

Hide your pride, let time decide 

Who must live and who must die 

Underneath the Harvest Moon 



The Reaper comes for the barley and the rye 

And all must fall beneath his scythe 

Seasons change and we wait for darker days 

The Old Oak King is a-sleeping in his grave.



3xThe King, the Corn are born to fall 

  And all must die in sacrifice 

  Underneath the Harvest Moon 

  Hide your pride, let time decide 

  Who must live and who must die 

  Underneath the Harvest Moon 



The King, the Corn are born to fall 

And all must die in sacrifice