AUTUMN VERSES lyrics : "Harvest Moon Shades"
One old man steps aside
With rusty blade in weary hand
Smells the air and does a chant
Reap, angel, watch us nunt
Leam this night of no hope
And moon shades, before and ever on
Hail them being worth of love
Horns call for war, all men fall
Ever so high
And white they stand
Yet their feet will never touch this land
Hate they'll sow, and hate shall grow
On these fields shall halberds dance
With harbalests and spears
All sweeping death's hand
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