Famine at the Gates - Leeched

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 fucking leave

And you just won’t die