Nights eye rolls back in terror
Becometh black
Melefic gaze of The Mother
I was the
I was the sower
Now cummeth to thresh
Know I am the knower
Saint of Blood and of Flesh
I was the Bestower
To the Earth my black seed
I am becometh the mower
Lord of thorn and weed
I have becometh the knower
Of what ill stars possessed
I am the thresher!
The desponding spade
I am the thresher!
The old jawbone blade
I am the thresher!
My touch rots stalk and sheath
I am the thresher!
The bringer beneath
I am the thresher!
Neath the moons baleful eye
I am the thresher!
The wolf in the rye
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