Current Lyrics
Enough, come with me to the barn
Pitchforks and spades be at hand
No longer will we be slaves of the land
Tonight they will hear our voices
Sit back and watch the hay burn
The stacks are up in flames
A thousand men seek revenge
They come from the red barn
Sharpen your scythes men
And clear your throats
For tonight we will shout in anger
Tonight the harvest is you
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