[ilingku:076]
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[by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810]
[00:18.330]I was raised in the years of the harvest
[00:20.370]There were fields to the far horizon turning to the sun
[00:23.850]I have killed more than I could eat
[00:28.800]I live in a house filled with bones
[00:34.950]But now the rain doesn't fall
[00:39.600]And the wells are running brackish and dry
[00:42.300]We stare out across the shrivelling fields
[00:46.860]At the pitiless blue of the pitiless sky
[00:50.940]Bad harvest is come we're gathering dust
[00:54.720]The scavenger birds are returning
[00:59.670]La Muerte parades through the capital streets
[01:02.760]Soon they'll be hunting for witches for the burning
[01:10.200]I can hear in the far off distance
[01:11.940]The sound of the men making ready to come
[01:18.510]I can hear them saddling horses
[01:20.670]And the sound of the hounds howling scenting the kill in the air
[01:26.820]I can taste fear on my tongue
[01:31.020]I can feel fear in my heart
[01:33.150]We'll be running and stumbling through the thick dark woods
[01:38.700]Through the barren fields through the empty towns
[01:42.720]Bad harvest is come and the wars they are lost
[01:46.920]Whatever is left will be returning
[01:51.540]La Muerte parades through the capital streets
[01:54.660]Soon they'll be hunting for witches for the burning
[01:58.890]Beneath the towering clouds of rusting red
[02:03.120]As the sun bleeds into the horizon
[02:07.290]The churches of the new gods are closing their doors
[02:11.400]And the hard old gods are vengeance bent on their returning
[02:16.320]The gardens of the ruined towers glow with burning crosses
[02:36.450]While the kings are in their counting houses
[02:38.790]Counting out their losses
[02:40.950]Trust to the stories my love it's what they are for
[03:01.650]What's happening now has happened before