As Midnight Ensues

Golden swaying heads of the amber wavesthe sunshine sweetly upon the wheat fields’Tares are standing taller in their own graves Only the mercy of God is that which stavesfalling to the ground the flowing harvest yieldsGolden swaying heads of the amber waves that which slips into darkness as death cravesThe sun shines sweetly upon granite shieldsTares are standing taller in their own graves One is truly free in life but both are slavesThe reaper comes fast a sharp scythe he wieldsGolden swaying heads of the amber waves Marching proud to the sounds of their own clavesWar drums beat as a gathering storm buildsTares are standing taller in their own graves Never knowing his grace the one that savesSun and the rain comes upon the dark guildsGolden swaying heads of the amber wavesTares are standing taller in their own graves