We Who Walk Behind the Rows

Stay Out Of The Country When It's Dark 
Behind The Rows We Hide And Wait 
The Blood Of Man Must Be Spilled 
In Sacrifice To The Lord Of The Plains 

The Corn And Beans Call Out To Me 
They Say Harvest Time Is Genocide 
Evil Breeds From The Seeds 
The Golden Plains Controlling Me 
I'm Forced To Kill By The Fields You Till 
The Crops Are Alive And They Want You To Die