Dødens Grøde
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Dødens Grøde
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Milde vinder raskt til bris,
sender aks på flyktig vis.
Smyger over traurig åker,
sørger for at sorte engler våker.
Mesteren bak dødens grøde
legger landet langsomt øde.
Korn sprer onde, sykdom, skader
høsten ofrer fall i lange rader.
Jorden råtner, livet svinner,
plagen river alle grinder.
Fe og folk blir revet bort.
Mesteren har vunnet alle kort.
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Khold performs "Dødens Grøde", and this lyric page sits inside the Khold catalog on LyroVerse.
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