My name is famine
my army is as vast and numberless as the stars
What gives me strength leads all else to ruin
It's all or nothing
Who will provide rest for the weary?
You've been deceiving yourselves
Who justifies your lust for living?
If you've been forgiven, you're only condemning yourselves
Your heartbeat is not just a metronome for your fate
Fear me and despair. It's call or fold
Nothing is sacred
The ground that we walk on is tarnished
and stained with a sea of our linchpins
writhing and turning to sweep away the tides of war
Who will decide how justice is served?
Hot or cold?
Sing out to the endless seas of faces
turbulent and treacherous as the tempest
Thresh your oars for the garden and pick it clean
I pray you leave everything barren
for the wasteland is my domain
Waste all want all
The third seal was broken
the moment you were enticed
All bread will turn to ash in your mouth
You'll beg for the serpent to bring you his bounty
You'll crawl on your belly and find no remorse