Sacrifice Lyrics

Fields full of barley, of wheatears and corn

Fruit growing ripe by the light of the sun

Our bountiful harvest keeps suffering away

Yet the land gets more barren with each passing day

And our days are growing few

The soil once fertile now sticks in the plough

Once plentiful berries grow scarce on the bough

As the land gets more hostile we hope and we pray

As our crops wilt and fail we look to the old ways

And our days are growing few

And a sacrifice is due