Harvester Lyrics – Plasticine Cowboy

There’s a circle on a hill
Laid flat the wheat just like a circle
Called to ritual
There’s a family locked inside

The windows of their house stay locked up every night
Scared of the ritual
We’re calling out your name
We’re calling out your name

We bloody our bodies
‘til the Harvester is tamed
There’s a spider in the grass
His legs grow longer each turn of the hourglass

Praise to the ritual
We change our bodies by their shape
We paint our faces in each and every shade
Chanting ritual

We’re calling out your name
We’re calling out your name
We make magic with our bodies
‘til the Harvester is tamed
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Plasticine Cowboy Lyrics – Harvester

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Harvester