Joy Electric The Harvestry Of Ghosts Lyrics

The Harvestry Of Ghosts Lyrics

Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr 

partakes
goblets and gold fount 



CHORUS

Years have I longed for pleasant
times

From the harvestry of your heart

Cursed am I to be nurtured
by

The hollow of ghosts haunting realm

He who seeks shall find
her

Gifts more fine than silver 



Memory the crowning deed of
torment Sifts it sickle with the roar 

of giants