Bad Harvest

C#5   D5   E5

[Verse 1]
C#5
    I was raised in the years of the
 harvest
There were fields to the far horizon
 D5
 turning to the sun
C#5
    I have killed more than I could 
eat
                            D5
I live in a house filled with  bones
C#5
    But now the rain doesn't fall
D5
    And the wells are running 
brackish and dry
C#5
    We stare out across the 
shrivelling fields
       D5
At the pitiless blue of the pitiless
 sky

[Chorus]
    B5
Bad harvest is come, we're gathering
 dust
     D5                   B5
The scavenger birds are returning
      B5
La Muerte parades through the 
capital streets
                D5                 
Soon they'll be hunting for witches
         B5
 for the burning

[Verse 2]
C#5
    I can hear in the far-off 
distance
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The sound of the men making ready   
D5
 to come
C#5
    I can hear them saddling horses
And the sound of the hounds howling 
D5
scenting the kill in the air
C#5
    I can taste fear on my tongue
D5
   I can feel fear in my heart
C#5
    We'll be running and stumbling 
through the thick dark woods
            D5
Through the barren fields through 
the empty towns

[Chorus]
    B5
Bad harvest is come and the wars 
they are lost
    D5                     B5
Whatever is left will be returning
     B5
La Muerte parades through the 
capital streets
                D5                 
Soon they'll be hunting for witches
          B5
 for the burning

[Bridge]
            C5                
Beneath the towering clouds of 
 B5
rusting red
       C5                    B5
As the sun bleeds into the horizon
    C5                           
The churches of the new gods are 
B5
closing their doors
        C5               
And the hard old gods are 
 B5
vengeance-bent on their returning

[Intro]
C#5   D5   E5

[Bridge]
    C#5
The gardens of the ruined towers 
glow with burning crosses
          D5
While the kings are in their 
counting houses counting out their 
losses
C#m                               
   Trust to the stories, my love -
                     D5
 it's what they are for what's 
happening now has happened before

[Chorus]
    B5
Bad harvest is come, we're gathering
 dust
     D5                   B5
The scavenger birds are returning
      B5
La Muerte parades through the 
capital streets
            D5             B5
Whatever is left will be returning
                   C5         
And now they'll be hunting for 
                  B5
witches for the burning
                C5                 
They'll be hunting for witches for 
    B5
the burning
                C5                 
They'll be hunting for witches for 
    B5
the burning
                C5
They'll be hunting for witches for 
the burning