We Who Walk Behind the Rows

Stay Out Of The Country When It's Dark
Behind The Rows We Hide And Wait
The Blood Of Man Must Be Spilled
In Sacrifice To The Lord Of The Plains

The Corn And Beans Call Out To Me
They Say Harvest Time Is Genocide
Evil Breeds From The Seeds
The Golden Plains Controlling Me
I'm Forced To Kill By The Fields You Till
The Crops Are Alive And They Want You To Die