[Lyric] The Reaping of Hearts (Old Night)

In darkness we are left to dwell
Bound to our own grief
Hand in hand we walk with sorrow
Our misery baffles belief

In that solemn silence
A mere whisper may sound like thunder
A spark to light a fire
A storm that will tear all asunder

So spread your wings and soar little men
I've seen your heads hung too low
You need to reach for the stars once again
For we all reap what we sow

The truth is the hardest to face
It is excuses we are seeking now
To avoid calling this „the end“
When love becomes a fading echo
Of a distant memory
The reaping of hearts is at hand