Paroles de An Unforgiving Season

Sowing seeds of apathy In this field of dreams Cultivating misery Poisoning the stream Reaping bitter harvest As frost permeates An unforgiving season Coming on today Reservoirs are draining Bleeding life away Water flow is waning And no longer irrigates There's nothing left to harvest Famine rules the land Curse of negativity Turned fertile soil to sand Alone, enslaved Work and toil to no avail Decay paves the way Warmer season in its grave And ripe with pain and hate Vast and desolate A field once free of woe Now dark, dead and cold