Harvest from Without Provenance by Reverend Eaten

Since the first spring time
Mere ages ago
My body lies here still

The first sacrifice
That took the first blow
To satisfy your will

Bring me 'round again
Cut me down again

Fruit of the body
Fruit of the vine
Bruise me beat me
It's harvesttime

Taste of the blood
And taste of the wine
Use me abuse me
Make me divine

Roots and branches
The mother's kin
That raise me up through earth

Born again
With fruit's sweet skin
A fall that's been rehearsed

Bring me round again
Cut me down again

Autumn runs red be vicious be kind
Sing dance feast fight it's harvesttime

Taste of the blood
And taste of the wine
Use me abuse me
Make me divine

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