Visions come, visions go Life is the flame in which we burn Deep, the grainears tends to turn See what survived the night Remember what died inside Found a way all through I stare at wastelands full of crows Come out of the world Come above it Pillars of society standing in rows Life is a princip, Polluted oceans turn to drops of rain Like the scythe shall rise against the grain Strange nights are are tangled, in silent tones For all hours when all must fade In prisons for my own See what survived the light Remember what died inside Life is a rolling surge, That mirrors all the skies I see the morning sun, reflecting in your eyes Put your Hands to scythe Leave this fields of memory reaped The jaw of nature will devour us all The sickle cuts, what stands will fall Put your Hands to scythe Leave this fields of memory reaped The jaw of nature will devour us all The sickle cuts, who stands will fall