كلمات Demeter's Grief

Lady of the harvest Provider of the earth Blood running through her veins Like rivers through the land She has a golden daughter Who sails under the dirt Taken from this world By the son of Kronos yeah The Grief of Demeter yeah The moon will swallow her And when her daughter is free The crop will let them be The lady had a saviour A man who shone white gold Called upon his blood To release his evil hold A curse had bound her daughter She ate his blackened seeds And now she must return To the place under parched earth The Grief of Demeter yeah The moon will swallow her And when her daughter is free The crop will let them be The Grief of Demeter yeah The moon will swallow her And when her daughter is free The crop will let them be