[Verse 1] Heavy boots press down the floor The latch slides back on the pantry door Mask of white, blank and wide Nowhere left for the guests to hide [Chorus] He is the harvest, he is the cold A story written, a legend told No heartbeat found beneath that chest The long dark blade has come to rest [Verse 2] The porch light flickers, dying out A sudden chill, a muffled shout The garden gate swings to and fro He watched the house, he watched you go [Chorus] He is the harvest, he is the cold A story written, a legend told No heartbeat found beneath that chest The long dark blade has come to rest [Bridge] Breathless air in the quiet hall Staring at pictures upon the wall Slow steady pace, he never runs Under the moon, the silence stuns [Outro] Just a shape in the dying light Walking into the endless night The blade drops down The screen goes black
