The sun sets on crucified silhouettes
Sharpening labyrinth blades
But when they come to slit our throats in the night
We'll be ready
We'll be ready
The heat drips across this fertile expanse
Even in this hour of dusk
And from it a miserable stench
Billows from the tortured straw
Pitch black murder descends to eviscerate our crops
Rifles raised we fire into feathered swarm
Eyes in the cornfields
No longer closed, No longer do they sleep
War in the cornfields
Churns soil to blood, Mutiny has begun
The sun sets on crucified silhouettes
Sharpening labyrinth blades
But when they come to slit out throats in the night
We'll be ready
Pitch black murder descends to eviscerate our crops
Rifles raised we fire into feathered swarm
Eyes in the cornfields
No longer closed, No longer do they sleep
War in the cornfields
Churns soil to blood, Mutiny has begun
Against the greenest skies
The scarecrows will rise
They're coming, They're coming, They're getting close
Closer with every scream
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024