Songtext von Dead Harvest

Born prophet of the modern ideal In the name of more, behind the guise of good With your right hand you weave the illusion With your left you suffocate the world Synthetic emotion, tool of your trade Emotionless machine grinding on The anthive man celebrates "progress" Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest When everything is exploited Raped, burned, defiled and sold All avenues ventured, path trodden You are still not content Killing your own humanity You'll sell your soul with a hollow smile You brought your own destruction Paid in full with your life Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed [Solo: L. Nirbrant] Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest [Solo: L. Nirbrant] Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest