Dead Harvest — This Ending

Born prophet of the modern ideal In the name of more, behind the guise of good With your right hand you weave the illusion With your left you suffocate the world

Synthetic emotion, tool of your trade

Emotionless machine grinding on The anthive man celebrates "progress" Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed

Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest

When everything is exploited Raped, burned, defiled and sold All avenues ventured, path trodden You are still not content

Killing your own humanity You'll sell your soul with a hollow smile You brought your own destruction Paid in full with your life

Always discontent, never harmony Innocence suffers your blind greed

Solo: L. Nirbrant

Consume, devour, exploit Reap the dead harvest Copy, reproduce, corrode Reap the dead harvest

Solo: L. Nirbrant

Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest

Dead Consume, devour, exploit Harvest Dead Copy, reproduce, corrode Harvest

Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest Dead harvest