The Harvest 가사

It's coming in the night and it's mantle Waiting the head's collector basket Stupid and helpless, life sparkles Cursing the warrior's bloody banquet His head facing down and sword up high The face scars showing his killings Bloody hands and horse with no eyes Walking over the terrain blood fillings He's spelling aloud his curses Trying to remember, the one he was Making his way an endless night dar-dream paces Searching for a viictim to put on his claws Quick the head hunter's coming Said that virgin in a hurry But it doesn't matter any more Now that her eyes are in a blurry And every year since mankind was born This head collector appears for sure All you have to do is get down in a pray It's all that i can say He shows no mercy at all