Hateful - A Despicable Harvest lyrics

A tangle of souls that makes the air diseased Human dismay darkens the horizon A boundless plain Stage for the next harvest Overseen by the jailors of condemned minds Craving for dead ideals Collecting all last breaths Extracting lymph from their jugulars Fertile ground for seeds of the end Sickening appetite satisfied A despicable harvest... Injecting nothingness They ripen, ready for Demetra's scythe The smell of order A despicable harvest