royals, reptiles and all false prophets
societies and your lodges
every single world army
everyone

listen, can you, feel the pressure
we're coming for your people
surrounding the four corners
and from light years away

and when it all comes down 
you'll lose your ground 
all will see us
and be defeated 

you really need to listen
the end of all your false redemption

you see us sitting, like gods on clouds
you see us wearing, these golden crowns
trust, in my sickle
trust, reap all the people 
gather them all up in clusters. the vines of earth 
i'll thrust them with my sickle. so sharp it burns

we will harvest all the earth, and take our turns
we will run you into dirt, and make it hurt
you cannot run away, it's way too late
they will put you in a cage, get it straight

there's no reason for debates
love will always dominate
the harvesting is just a way
to come together for that day