Bareknuckle cold is winter here Black despair of the dying year Darkness must be dethroned Seasons turn, the world reborn Spring came. Blessed with rain, Fields yielded us their maize Lost in a haze, summer's gaze I recognized her eyes. Those were the days of work to be done Out in the fields under the sun Who could it be who picked the last one? Picked the last one The corn maiden come The corn maiden come Shadows, Ghosts. Long fallen trees The hungry silence looms Forest armies wreathe our world With rumours of return We come and go, the fields remain Life may be long or soon snatched away The moods of the sky, the light and rain, The arc of the scythe measuring fate The corn maiden come, corn maiden come Dance, Dance, Dance. I will follow you Let no stray child, no stranger's step Disturb the stalks she tends Her windswept hair blowing back Mouthing her commands I am cruel and I am kind As fortune is fair and fortune is blind Open your eyes sharpen knives Is it sweet enough? Is it keen enough? Your sacrifice, your sacrifice, your sacrifice, Dance Dance Dance I will follow you Dance Dance Dance