End Of The Harvest Lyrics - Times Of Grace - Neurosis

Like the walls of your stare, you will fall 

(Within you) 

Succumb to the new and give way 

Old fields will fail 

(Memory) 

Yielding crops of rocks and dust 

A book lies open 

The pages crumble at your touch 

Words breed lies 

(Writhe) 

Wind feeds fire 

(Unseen) 

Have you ever tasted the soil 

(Destiny) 

And felt your own death in your veins? 

Shield your eyes from the moon 

(Found them all) 

As it mocks your wretched self 

With fire in your heart 

The truth lies clear 

Words breed lies 

([Incomprehensible]) 

Wind feeds fire 

(Release)