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[00:00.000] 作词 : Gary Holt
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gary Holt
[01:43.534]Harvest day with a loaded mag
[01:46.015]Human crops in a body bag
[01:48.441]Machines of death under bloody flags
[01:53.181]Plow the fields and fertilize
[01:55.661]Plant the seeds and everything dies
[01:58.153]Giving life only to the flies
[02:02.823]Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds
[02:07.458]Till the soil until the earth bleeds
[02:12.262]The smell of mankind rotting on the vine
[02:16.743]The season of decline
[02:20.831]Plant the antiseed
[02:23.381]Watch the death grow
[02:25.654]The only way to feed
[02:28.034]And make the blood flow
[02:30.101]The reaping
[02:33.049]Plow the fields of gore
[02:35.651]Hear the weeping?
[02:37.031]It's harvest time
[02:40.175]Nothing grows on fallow hills
[02:42.394]Seeds planted shallow still
[02:44.809]In the end there's nothing left to kill
[02:49.496]These roots won't fade away
[02:51.949]They grow deeper every day
[02:54.454]Destroying everything in play
[02:59.051]Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds
[03:03.784]Till the soil until the earth bleeds
[03:08.584]The smell of mankind rotting on the vine
[03:13.482]The season of decline
[03:17.217]Plant the antiseed
[03:19.804]Watch the death grow
[03:22.009]The only way to feed
[03:24.432]And make the blood flow
[03:26.405]The reaping
[03:29.300]Plow the fields of gore
[03:31.849]Hear the weeping?
[03:32.974]It's harvest time
[05:37.237]Germinate it and bring it to the end
[05:41.214]Cultivate the dying we attend
[05:45.968]The antiseed spore brings death to us all
[05:50.115]And we watch it all fall
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作词 : Gary Holt
作曲 : Gary Holt
Harvest day with a loaded mag
Human crops in a body bag
Machines of death under bloody flags
Plow the fields and fertilize
Plant the seeds and everything dies
Giving life only to the flies
Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds
Till the soil until the earth bleeds
The smell of mankind rotting on the vine
The season of decline
Plant the antiseed
Watch the death grow
The only way to feed
And make the blood flow
The reaping
Plow the fields of gore
Hear the weeping?
It's harvest time
Nothing grows on fallow hills
Seeds planted shallow still
In the end there's nothing left to kill
These roots won't fade away
They grow deeper every day
Destroying everything in play
Sow the bullet and nothing's left but the weeds
Till the soil until the earth bleeds
The smell of mankind rotting on the vine
The season of decline
Plant the antiseed
Watch the death grow
The only way to feed
And make the blood flow
The reaping
Plow the fields of gore
Hear the weeping?
It's harvest time
Germinate it and bring it to the end
Cultivate the dying we attend
The antiseed spore brings death to us all
And we watch it all fall