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Mountains 2
Mountains 1

HarvestHerds of men, like cattle In a quagmire of stagnant blood Of men who shed for honour, Fell and died in battle. The air reeks of death, Fear, hate. The knoll sounds As men are felled by their own tools, By their own hate for brotherly love. Each rasping breath, Each mighty pump of the heart, Every second that passes Sentences a man to death. 'Tis harvest for the Reaper, hooded In a dark shadow, cold and unforgiving In the reaping of men, and with each Sweep of the scythe, the gates of hell are flooded.Harvest
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