The Harvest Comes But Once

Beyond the abyss no reflection of the soul
No light on the horizon
No feelings of emotion to make them feel whole
No passage for their way as they slip beyond the light

No fear of loves compassion
Just the fear of life itself
Lost within the darkness
Hidden from the light
The dammed shall stalk as they walk
Among the living souls

The legends tell of the fallen
Cursed by the darkness as they're driven from the light
As they move among the shadows
Are the innocent swept away

The gates of hell shall open
With the beating of the drum
As the master comes to harvest
The souls of all the wicked ones

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