Wytch Hazel Reap The Harvest
Behold him on the cloud, He wears a golden crown
A scythe is in his hands
An angel He commands, to reap upon the lands
The fruit of all the earth
Will you fear the angel reaper?
With the power of death
Time to reap the harvest
Time to reap what we've sown
An angel wielding fire, death is His desire
To reap upon the vine
Into the press it goes, see the blood it flows
Bеhold a crimson sea
Death Is Coming, Death Is Coming
I will not bе afraid; I will not be afraid
