HARVEST MOON For seven years our crops have failed Only one greet this lit Our final stores lay in the past A big shout goes out to TWISTED No wheat to reap no hay to bale TERRORIST! We slave that we might break our fast You got kicked outta ICE for ripping We grimly sowed our final seeds Were the cause of the death of iMPERiAL The meager few remaining grains And now You re in ACiD That we might harvest we might feed I guess nice guys really DO finish last And ease our curs d hunger pains OK I lied Group greets to Reality Our horse is tired weak and frail Revolt I gently ease with goad and prop and Shiver Her skin-tight eyes are large and pale She pulls the plough through unborn crops We welcome in HarMoon as a MiST distro site Of course this means We humbly pray for gentle rain almost absolutely nothing but it s To wash our battered calloused souls still a step up in the right direction To soften nigh our torrid pains And free us from this barren hole The winds and dust storms scour the land And tear asunder house and farm Replace earth s dirt with lifeless sand And cause our seedlings endless harm C T H U L U ! With hungry eyes we watch the ground For tender shoots and seedlings sprout We dare not wish abundance profound For we must still stand the time of drought The air gets dry the winds blow strong The land itself it bends with heat The nights are short the days are long We struggle to defy defeat Why choose the LESSER of two evils ! The heat draws on the wind dies down The sacred plants begin to fruit (c) MiSTiGRiS 94 We make a leafy pagan crown And decorate with branch and root Come bless d fall Saturnus wakes And grants us puny farmers boons We ready sickles scythes and rakes In earnest for the Harvest Moon