Paroles de We Who Walk Behind the Rows

Stay Out Of The Country When It's Dark Behind The Rows We Hide And Wait The Blood Of Man Must Be Spilled In Sacrifice To The Lord Of The Plains The Corn And Beans Call Out To Me They Say Harvest Time Is Genocide Evil Breeds From The Seeds The Golden Plains Controlling Me I'm Forced To Kill By The Fields You Till The Crops Are Alive And They Want You To Die