كلمات The Last Harvest of Life

The last harvest of life Our rage has grown for another age Pure instinct of silence before the war Crimson eyes wait in the fog till dark falls Our names shall be engraved to the battlefield We shall bury the light in to the never ending night Then no seeds will give birth again, No mother will hold an infant with mortal hands Blaze of the burning temples will greet the prayers Of death at the last harvest of life