Reaper’s Scythe Songtext
von Green Lung
Reaper’s Scythe Songtext
Reap what you sow!
When the hallowed harvest moon
Hangs in the sky
The reaper will be coming by and by
Young and old, we must prepare for
The Gathering
Come equinox he′ll visit us again
And do you hear the bells begin to chime?
They're ringing out for you
It′s harvest time
For you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
Yeah, the reaper's scythe
Set the watchfires a-burning
This Kindling Night
For the psychopomp has taken flight
By the corn rigs they′ll see him
Send up the crows
Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows
When September sun no longer shines
Hooden, on a pale mare
He′ll ride
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
See the Pale Rider
He′s sharpening his blade
See the Pale Rider
Now he's calling out your name...
Tonight he stalks the fallow
Can you feel his gaze?
Hollow eyes staring through time and space
Now hear us as we gather round the shrine
We′re singing out
John Barleycorn must die'
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper′s scythe
When the hallowed harvest moon
Hangs in the sky
The reaper will be coming by and by
Young and old, we must prepare for
The Gathering
Come equinox he′ll visit us again
And do you hear the bells begin to chime?
They're ringing out for you
It′s harvest time
For you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
Yeah, the reaper's scythe
Set the watchfires a-burning
This Kindling Night
For the psychopomp has taken flight
By the corn rigs they′ll see him
Send up the crows
Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows
When September sun no longer shines
Hooden, on a pale mare
He′ll ride
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
See the Pale Rider
He′s sharpening his blade
See the Pale Rider
Now he's calling out your name...
Tonight he stalks the fallow
Can you feel his gaze?
Hollow eyes staring through time and space
Now hear us as we gather round the shrine
We′re singing out
John Barleycorn must die'
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper′s scythe
Writer(s): Scott Black, Tom Killingbeck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com