Fruits Of Harvest / The Magick Is Gone

Every lunar cycle
And every turn of the planet
Brings nothing new
Just the same old hellish repetition

So get ready for another harvest
And its dreadful fruits
Apples of sin
Cherries of mediocricy
Dates of empty feelings
And longing for void

The cycle of the creation
Never fails to repeat itself
Another season, another fall
The same old fruits of the plentyful harvest

And to be clear
It’s not the end
‘cause after this
The next one’ll come

Again
Again

Enjoy the fruits of harvest

***

The world’s become a worse place
Now when the magick’s gone
Frozen eyes don’t see a goddamn thing
And there’s nothing to see anyway

The Magick is gone
And nothing here’s the same
The Magick is lost
And it won’t come again

The sparks have dimmed long ago
Fire cleaned the surfaces
And the fumes burned the core
Of our eternal inner self

The Magick is gone
And nothing here’s the same
The Magick is lost
And it won’t come again

The sparks have dimmed long ago
Fire cleaned the surfaces
And the fumes burned the core
Of our eternal inner self

Ice-cladden
Forever still
Frigid landscapes
And petrified minds

Ice-cladden
Forever still
Frigid landscapes