The Grain Kings Lyrics

We will sow the seeds together
We shall feed the fertile ground
We will wait then we shall gather fruits
To feed our hungry mouths

We'll feast
We'll toast
The one who sends the storm
Who shapes the corn

We line the circles
In the fall, we fall

Come the dawn
He'll stretch his hands
And take the last born
To the land beyond

Our tidy tidy lawns
And no
No lamb of ours will be deformed!