Joy Electric
The Harvestry of Ghosts
Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr partakes goblets and gold fount CHORUSYears have I longed for pleasant timesFrom the harvestry of your heartCursed am I to be nurtured byThe hollow of ghosts haunting realmHe who seeks shall find herGifts more fine than silver Memory the crowning deed of torment Sifts it sickle with the roar of giants
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