The Reaper's Call

[Verse] Underneath the moon's soft glow Fields of green that start to grow Workers till with silent might Swing the scythe into the night [Verse 2] In the dark beneath the stars Peasants gathered from afar Hands that work to sow and reap Silent stories that they keep [Chorus] Swing the scythe the reaper's call Through the harvest we will crawl With our hands we break the soil In this night we share the toil [Verse 3] Blades they gleam in moonlight's glance In the fields we take our stance Weapons not of war but need Through the rows our hands do lead [Chorus] Swing the scythe the reaper's call Through the harvest we will crawl With our hands we break the soil In this night we share the toil [Bridge] In the stillness we unite Through the hardship and the fight With our simple tools we tread With the cycle we're well fed