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In the field where the wind gnaws deep at the rows
He stands all alone in the blackened rye
A face made of burlap, a hollow stare
And chains in the wind like a midnight cry
He is woven from wheat, from nails and pain
From tattered remains of another’s silence
And everyone passing begins to shake
When those links start ringing behind their backs
Can you hear the steps?
No—that is fear
It follows close behind
With an icy bell inside your chest
His name was given
By the wind and the dark
Scarecrow, scarecrow, rise!
Let the chain-bound steel resound
Scarecrow, scarecrow, know
Your stare breaks the horizon down
Scarecrow, let your chains ring louder
Scarecrow, terror of mankind
By the broken fence and the splintered gate
Where midnight settles on the soaking sand
He waits like a sentence, and no one will pass
Until they have heard that frozen sound
The dogs begin whining and scatter away
The horses tear at their reins in the mud
And every brave man who boasted by day
Becomes just a shadow at the field’s edge
Can you hear the steps?
No—that is fear
It follows close behind
With an icy bell inside your chest
His name was given
By the wind and the dark
Scarecrow
Scarecrow, rise!
Let the chain-bound steel resound
Scarecrow, scarecrow, know
Your stare breaks the horizon down
Scarecrow, let your chains ring louder
Scarecrow, terror of mankind
The wind may tear the brittle thread
But it will never break him
He is born of ash
He is born of anger
The keeper of the darkened fields
Forevermore
Scarecrow, scarecrow, rise!
Let the chain-bound steel resound
Scarecrow, scarecrow, know
Your stare breaks the horizon down
Scarecrow, scarecrow, rise!
Let even iron shake
Scarecrow, scarecrow
Your chains ring through the night
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