Scything Harrow - Nocturnal Breed

Rot-souled

She comes at night

Infested harridan

She carves the number 13 on my grave

While the ace is still at my hand

Oh… Each night when she scrapes at my soul

Oh, listen old crone

Why won’t you leave me alone?

Black omen

With horrid speed

The whore of Hell I see

She burns the number 13 in my soul

Walk with sin for eternity

Oh… Each night when she scrapes at my soul

Oh, listen you fools

She won’t leave me alone

Oh no, She won’t leave me alone

Scything harrow

Harancle of the flesh

Out from the very maw of Hell

Her supreme savageness

Insectile and infectious

She’s pounding at my gate

You bedevilled carrion woman

Come to take me to my grave

Callous and heartless

Inflictress of pain

As in the heart of every devil there’s vain

She’s come to root it out

Oh, Death she recommends

To cast the dice of bone

Rip the aces from my hand

Bone deep

The bitch had won

Horrendous harridan

Hacking a number 13 in my wrist

That night scything down on me