O Harvester (Eclipse Version)

It is the darkest hour
The time has passed away
No more will the sky be blue
It is the end of days
And out among the field
My hands are cracked and bruised
I feel the falling rain
I hear the thunder boom
I feel a change coming
I hear the distant rumbling
I feel the earth shake
The heavens are about to break
O Harvester, I beg thee come
And reap what you have sown
The time is near, the hour is here
So, save us from our woe
Gather up the last good fruit
And curse this rotted tree
Jesus, come, and pluck us up
And burn these wicked weeds
Burn them, burn them down
Ahead is the hardest part
I know it's my part to play
And though, I will suffer much
In the end, I will be okay
A fool builds his house on the sand
And drinks from the bitter sea
And the smell of death is strong
And the smoke makes it hard to see
I feel a change coming
I hear the distant rumbling
I feel the earth shake
The heavens are about to break
O Harvester, I beg thee come
And reap what you have sown
The time is near, the hour is here
So, save us from our woe
Gather up the last good fruit
And curse this rotted tree
And Jesus, come, and pluck us up
And burn these wicked weeds
O Harvester, I beg thee come
And reap what you have sown
The time is near, the hour is here
So, save us from our woe
Gather up the last good fruit
And curse this rotted tree
Jesus, come, and pluck us up
And burn these wicked weeds

Harvester come!
Harvester come!
Harvester come and save us!
Harvester come!
Harvester come!
O Harvester come and save us!
Save us!
Save us!