اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
