Harvest (The End) - King of Asgard

The land in silence stands

Our good and fertile land

Shrouded in a dress of green

But time will come to harvest

Now singing through the trees

All joyous melodies

Now young men sow their seed

And time will come to harvest (The End)

All young men making plans

Godlike in the arrogance

Heading for foreverland

As the time will come to harvest

Oh glorious silence

Of worlds gone headlong

Now resistance is futile

But our blessful persistence

Is but a tribute

From this world to the next

We revive and we mend

We stave and we defend

A life well spent

And an inevitable end If the words they speak are true

Time is running out for you

Time is running out for me

With the rising of the sea

Black clouds gather in the sky

Now when gods come home to die

Peaceful calm meadows

Turn to windswept battlefields

By the final words I speak

When I’m wounded scared and weak

Don’t judge me to harshly

For such is all mens fate

Oh, glorious silence

From this world to the End