Corn King
Inkubus Sukkubus
It's that time of year once more and again When the green turns golden brown And the summer sun shall fade to winter sky Old Oak King, it's time for you to die The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest Moon Hide your pride, let time decide Who must live and who must die Underneath the Harvest Moon The Reaper comes for the barley and the rye And all must fall beneath his scythe Seasons change and we wait for darker days The Old Oak King is a-sleeping in his graveatmospheric celtic Favourite Songs female vocalists mystic Pagan rock
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