Witheren - As You Sow So Shall You Reap Lyrics

How many drops must gather to the skies
Before the cloud-burst comes, we may not know
How hot the fires ill under hells must glow
Ere the volcano's scalding lavas rise

Can none say; but all hot the hour is sure
Who dreams of vengeance has but to endure

He may not say how many blows must fall
How many lives be broken on the wheel
How many corpses stiffen 'neath the pall
How many martyrs fix the blood-red seal

But certain is the harvest time of Hate
And when weak moans by an indignant world
Re-echoed, to a throne are backward hurled
Who listens hears the mutterings of Fate