Leeched Famine At The Gates
In a time before the first storm
When the trees had life and the keep had wealth
Swaying with the breeze
Light, fades, raw
The end did not come
So take all the scraps and the embers
The famine will only take two
For all the fear
For all the torment
Shriek from the crosses, while the blind horses tow
Clutching the veil
To ease the white light
The rally will wait with lances at the gate to the hill
As the pig's body burns, shout the hymns for peace with its god
I'm cutting
I'm biting
I'm stabbing
But you won't leave
I'm cutting
I'm biting
I'm stabbing
But you won't f..cking leave
And you just won't die
