Grim Harvest Ends

[Verse 1]
Rust on the scythe edge
Black cloak torn at the hem
He limps through a dead field
Counting every name again
Cold breath
Cracked mask
Sand bleeding from the seams
Even monsters punch the clock
And crack beneath the weight of screams
[Chorus]
This is the death of a reaper
Watch the shadow fall apart
Who buries the one
Who’s been digging up our hearts?
This is the death of a reaper
Spitting dust instead of flame
When the taker is taken
Tell me who will speak his name? (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Bones in his pockets
Debts carved into his palm
He drops them in the river
They sink
The water stays calm
He stares at the sunrise
Like he’s seeing it first time
Ash in his throat
He’s choking
On everyone else’s last lines
[Chorus]
This is the death of a reaper
Watch the shadow fall apart
Who buries the one
Who’s been digging up our hearts?
This is the death of a reaper
Spitting dust instead of flame
When the taker is taken
Tell me who will speak his name? (woah)
[Bridge]
He kneels in the grave he never dug
For himself
For himself (oh yeah)
Crowns of thorns on a crooked skull
Just a worker
Nothing else
[Chorus]
This is the death of a reaper
No more tally
No more chart
Who buries the one
Who’s been ripping worlds apart?
This is the death of a reaper
Let him sink beneath the rain
If the end can finally end
Maybe we can live again

metal, Modern metalcore with drop-tuned guitars, tremolo-picked harmonies, and double-kick bursts; verses stay tight and rhythmically jagged, chorus opens into an epic half-time stomp with soaring, gritty male vocals; add dissonant leads in the bridge that bloom into a unison, headbang-ready riff for the final hook