Feast of the Hollow VS • Black Reins of Hunger
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lyric:
The fields are dust, the skies are blood,
The horseman rides through flood and mud.
No grain, no fruit, no life to sow,
Just endless silence, endless woe.
The rich still feast on golden plates,
While children writhe at heaven’s gates.
A scythe of bone, a crown of thorns,
The world in ashes, hope is torn.
Oh, the scales have tipped, the balance shattered,
The earth is cursed, the heavens scattered.
We sold our souls for fleeting gold,
Now the horseman’s tale unfolds.
Hunger rides, Hunger reigns,
A plague upon the dying plains.
Empty tables, hollow eyes,
The horseman’s feast, our last goodbye.
The rivers dry, the oceans bleed,
No fish to catch, no land to feed.
The granaries burn, the rats have fled,
The living envy now the dead.
The merchants trade in human skin,
The price of sin, the final din.
The horseman laughs, his work complete,
The sun turns black, the end’s concrete.
Oh, the scales have tipped, the balance shattered,
The earth is cursed, the heavens scattered.
We sold our souls for fleeting gold,
Now the horseman’s tale unfolds.
Hunger rides, Hunger reigns,
A plague upon the dying plains.
Empty tables, hollow eyes,
The horseman’s feast, our last goodbye.
Do you hear the whispers in the wind?
The cries of those who sinned within?
The horseman’s breath is cold and stark,
He leaves no light, he kills the spark.
FEED THE RICH, STARVE THE POOR,
BREAK THE CHAINS, END THE WAR.
THE HORSEMAN COMES, THE HORSEMAN STAYS,
WE ARE THE ASHES OF OUR DAYS.
Hunger rides, Hunger reigns,
A plague upon the dying plains.
Empty tables, hollow eyes,
The horseman’s feast, our last goodbye.
The horseman fades into the night,
No more hunger, no more fight.
The world is still, the end is near,
The horseman’s song, the last we’ll hear.
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