In Days to Come

And in the days of to come
The sound of iron and the sound of drums
And in the days of to come
The earth shall seethe and the clouds will bleed
And in the days of to come
Will we be drowned in a sea of scum?
And in the days of to come
Will man spew out a bastard son?
But from the forest and the field
Here she comes, here she comes
Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
From her womb of growing corn
We are reborn, we are reborn
Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
Here she comes, here she comes
And in the days that will be
The doors of hope will have no key
And in the days that will be
No books or gods, only greed
And in the days it will show
That the rule of gold will drag us low
And in great halls where treason breeds
Even noble hearts become diseased
But from the forest and the field
Here she comes, here she comes
Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
And from her womb of growing corn
We are reborn, we are reborn
Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
Here she comes, here she comes
And from the forest and the field
Here she comes, here she comes
Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
And from her womb of growing corn
We are reborn, we are reborn
Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes