In the days to come, the sound of iron
And the sound of drums
In the days to come, the earth shall seethe
And the clouds will bleed
In the days to come, will we be drowned
In a sea of scum
In the days to come, will man spew out
A bastard son

But from the forest and the field
Here she comes, here she comes
And beneath the turning of the Sun's wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
And from a 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 that 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
And beneath the turning of the Sun's wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
And from a 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 from the field
Here she comes, here she comes
And beneath the turning of the Sun's wheel
Here she comes, here she comes
And from a womb of growing corn
We are reborn, we are reborn
Her Moon that leads us to the dawn
Here she comes