Apocalyptica Harvester Of Sorrow
My Life Suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
i loved turned to hate
trapped far beyond my fate
i give, you take, this life that i forsake
been cheated of my youth
you turned this lie to truth
anger, misery, you surffer onto me
harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)
harvester or sorrow
pure black, looking clear
my work is done soon here
try getting back to me
get back what you used to be
drink up, shoot in, let the beatings begin
distributor of pain, your loss becomes my gain
anger, misery, you suffer onto me
harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)
harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)
all have said their prayers
invade their nightmares
youll see into my eyes
youll find where murder lies
anger, misery, youll suffer onto me
harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)
