Wytch Hazel - Reap The Harvest

Lyrics to Reap The Harvest by Wytch Hazel

Behold him on the cloud, He wears a golden crown A scythe is in his hands An angel He commands, to reap upon the lands The fruit of all the earth Will you fear the angel reaper? With the power of death Time to reap the harvest Time to reap what we’ve sown An angel wielding fire, death is His desire To reap upon the vine Into the press it goes, see the blood it flows Behold a crimson sea Death Is Coming, Death Is Coming I will not be afraid; I will not be afraid