3rd & The Mortal Harvest
The cat sharpens its claws And runs into the cornfields Children playing hide and seek A frail figure dressed in a cape Wandering with measured steps Haunted by derisive words They want to capture the ogress Wandering aimlessly Finding pebbles on the ground Picking leaves from from an oaktree Stalks make rents in green sails Have some candy She says Far beneath the raging sea Lies a monstrous vessel Chained men singing elegies