The Harvestry of Ghosts Songtext
Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr
partakes goblets and gold fount
CHORUS
Years have I longed for pleasant times
From the harvestry of your heart
Cursed am I to be nurtured by
The hollow of ghosts haunting realm
He who seeks shall find her
Gifts more fine than silver
Memory the crowning deed of torment Sifts it sickle with the roar
of giants
partakes goblets and gold fount
CHORUS
Years have I longed for pleasant times
From the harvestry of your heart
Cursed am I to be nurtured by
The hollow of ghosts haunting realm
He who seeks shall find her
Gifts more fine than silver
Memory the crowning deed of torment Sifts it sickle with the roar
of giants
The Harvestry of Ghosts Video
