Wheat has grown in the farm,my dear farmer... Yet you do not recognize the woman
She stands before you,waiting for your hand Yet you do not know that wheat grows when she commands.
You do not recognize her face Or her scent in the air
You are simply naive You don't even stare
Yet you treat the wheat Like YOU are its loving vulture
You show no respect to the Goddess of Agriculture
I will starve your land to death Yes it is within my power
You will see dead trees and empty fields
And not a single flower
Hear the words of Demeter Or I will not forgive
You will cling to my knees But I won't let you live
Hear the words of Demeter And I will bless you with showers
And in front of my feet, No creature shall cower
Aaah...wheat in rows This is my generous gift
It is me you shall hail Me you shall lift.
The Goddess Demeter