A loaf of bread
A cup of win
Feast of the ******
So divine
Corpses rot
In open graves
Food for crows
The end of days
Hourglass broken
Times spilt sand
Famine and pestilence
Cover the land
The fires burn high
Mother Earth moans
Her children all dead
She's covered with their bones
Opens wounds
Never healed
Mothers last breath
Our doom sealed