Nargaroth

I Bring My Harvest Home

I watch the Perpet.

Black Clouds on Horizon.

I watch the Fields I've grown,

since 30 years (of human failure),

and fear the black Fruits of my Life (Lies).



I walk through Blood and Stone,

and bring my harvest Home.

Wherever I may roam,

I bring my Harvest Home.



But what will my Harvest be?

Ash 'n Dust � Fear and Misery?



How bitter the Seed may be.

I hold on.

I take the Stones and bring my Harvest Home.

And my Foots are bleeding.

I won't lament

'cause I'll get what I once sown.



How bitter the Seed will be in my Mouth,

I walk upright

And bring my Harvest Home.