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[Verse 1]
C#5
    I was raised in the years of the harvest
                                     D5
There were fields to the far horizon 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                          B5
Soon they'll be hunting for witches for the burning

[Verse 2]
C#5
    I can hear in the far-off distance
                                  D5
The sound of the men making ready    to come
C#5
    I can hear them saddling horses
                                    D5
And the sound of the hounds howling 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                           B5
Soon they'll be hunting for witches for the burning

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

[Intro]
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[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                                                    D5
   Trust to the stories, my love - 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                           B5
And now they'll be hunting for witches for the burning
                C5                     B5
They'll be hunting for witches for the burning
                C5                     B5
They'll be hunting for witches for the burning
                C5
They'll be hunting for witches for the burning