Nights eye rolls back in terror Becometh black Melefic gaze of The Mother I was the I was the sower Now cummeth to thresh Know I am the knower Saint of Blood and of Flesh ♪ I was the Bestower To the Earth my black seed I am becometh the mower Lord of thorn and weed ♪ I have becometh the knower Of what ill stars possessed I am the thresher! The desponding spade I am the thresher! The old jawbone blade I am the thresher! My touch rots stalk and sheath I am the thresher! The bringer beneath I am the thresher! Neath the moons baleful eye I am the thresher! The wolf in the rye