Reap What You've Sown (Devourer)

Come now children

And listen ye well

We sought to build heaven

But found only hell

Bring in the harvest, reap what you've sown

Something unwelcome, cold and alone

Here in this garden

Of earthly delight

None prepared for

The coming of night

All of your sorrows, anger and pain

To be washed away in the oncoming rain

As we ride along the edge of life

We are hanging by a thread over the mouth of the night

Devourer of light

Now we enter

The moon's final phase

Come now witness

This blackest of days

Silence remaining; there's nothing else left

Silence, the wind beneath cold wings of death