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As the Vultures Descend
06:03
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Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – here, I end...
As the vultures descend
On wings of death, the vultures come Astral scavengers, when worlds are undone To feed on the damned who remain past the End On wings of death comes the final godsend
As the vultures descend
The astral vultures come, circling above since it all began Eating the rotting souls of the final war of man
To the playground of Earth once awake, now slayground of sleep To drink from a lake, which dying children weep
Voracious, vicious, vigilant – drawn to the swansong of terminal harm Treacherous, tortuous, triumphant – like the Nemesis locust swarm
All that remains of us will be part of them On wings of death comes the final godsend...
Final godsend
Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend
Man shall reap what he deserves in the End – so despair now, fools...
As the vultures descend
Wretched mankind, wander blind, through the wreckage of all cultures Prey and bait, fools one and all – now feed yourselves to the vultures
Exodus of the human race, into deserts abhorred Lost upon barren plains, how pathetic now, this horde Thirst ripped parched throats, as ghosts of hunger poured Rising from the face of this thing they call Lord
Pray and kneel, fools one and all, for seven horrible days and nights Drink of the poisoned mirage, now to take your own miserable lives
All that remains of us will be part of them On wings of death comes the final godsend
Final godsend
Like a host of falling angels, now the vultures descend
Man shall reap what he deserves in the End – so despair now, fools...
As the vultures descend
Come, exalted wings of death – glide with hunger grotesque Devour my feeble limbs, stripped in Christlike arabesque Carry this tortured soul to kiss the lips of the Abyss
Take me far away into the bliss of Nothingness
Hear now my swansong, as the carrion fowl come This is my body, broken – host for your Communion This is my blood to drink as wine – my will to live is gone Hear my swansong – at last...
Here, I end
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The Harrow
05:28
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Fate made flesh shall manifest
As the Harrow of the Final War – behold it rise!
Fueled with spiteful greed and eagerness to molest
Mankind, such fertile soil for the seeds… of its own demise!
We reap what we deserve
As the Harrow breaks the world
As you stand weak and unprepared
On barren fields adorned by lifeless grinning trees
One and all shall perish, none shall be spared
The Harrow of Apocalypse will never cease
We reap what we deserve
As the Harrow rapes the world
As you stagger, bleak and unaware
Into burning wastelands, into the arms of Hell
None now left to triumph, one and all now snared
The Harrow of Armageddon ever tolls its bells
Hatred takes form to infest
As the Harrow of the Third and Final Conflict
Your existence through the ages, now seems so absurd
As the Harrow, as the Harrow rules the world
Now as it crumbles, as it all is crumbling down
And the whole of mankind kneels
In the light, in the light of Judgement Day
All prayers will go unheard
As the Harrow, as the Harrow grinds the world
We reap what we deserve –
We reap what we deserve
As the Harrow, as the Harrow
As the Harrow rends the world
Now as it tumbles, as it all is tumbling down
And the whole of mankind burns
In the light, in the light of nuclear suns
When all, forevermore, is said and done
The Harrow marches on and on!
We reap what we deserve –
We reap what we deserve
As the Harrow, as the Harrow
As the Harrow ends the world…
Ends the world!
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Grand Harvest Malmö, Sweden
The band took a permanent shape as GRAND HARVEST in 2017. The musical style could be described as Blackened Death/Doom Metal. The lyrical themes reflect a deep contempt for, and the utter futility of, mankind's existence.
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