Idle Hands

Harvest of Desolation: Konvent's Elegy to Life's Trials
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Lyrics

These idle hands full of will

Despite having determination, these hands remain inactive.

Go into the field

They venture out into a challenging environment.

I will yield

Ready to submit or comply.

Only dust and dew where they grew

Only find remnants and evidence of growth, no fruits of labor.

Empty bags

Bags are empty despite efforts in a working environment.

Working mill

Continuing efforts in a place of toil.

Go into the field

Returning to the challenging environment.

I will yield

Willingness to comply or submit again.

Only dust and dew where they grew

Only finding traces of growth with no tangible outcome.

Give my all

To give maximum effort.

Face the fall

To confront or endure failure or decline.

Now I fear all that's here

Experiencing fear or apprehension about the current situation.

Beg and cry

Pleading or expressing desperation.

Will I die?

Questioning the possibility of death.

Is this a test?

Wondering if the situation is a trial or challenge.

Is this a test?

Repetition emphasizes the uncertainty of the situation being a test.

Is this a test?

Continued uncertainty or questioning if it's a test.

Is this a test?

Repeating the uncertainty or questioning of the situation.

Take my best

To surrender the best or highest effort.

Laid to rest

To be laid to rest, possibly implying the end.

Take

Reiteration of surrendering the best, possibly to end the struggle.

Take

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Take

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Take my best

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Laid to rest

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Take my best

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Go into the field

Returning once more to the challenging environment.

I will yield

Being prepared to comply or submit again.

Only dust and dew where they grew

Finding only traces of growth with no tangible outcome yet again.

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