and a man
in sorrow.
I've seen trouble
all my day
And I
bid farewell to the moldy city
The place where I was born and raised The place where we
were born and raised
Misery,
you suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad
Harvester
of
sorrow
You can't bury me
In some deep valley For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
While he is sleeping in his grave Anger, misery,
you suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
I've said their
prayers
Invade their nightmares
To see into my eyes You'll find where my murder lies
Infanticide Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of constant sorrow