Lamentations & Ashes

Famine rides on locust wings to the open wounds ridden with diseaseLightning falls at summer's endListless faces, downcast eyes, sir within the house of fiveThe shape of omens in the skySeeking alms for the leper, alms for the sick and feebleLiving corpse, withered touchLamentations and ashes, in the wake of deafening silenceThe reaper's scythe rises and falls again and again and againEnd of days, the horseman comes with scales in handLeading the rats through the crowded streetsOne by one, all in time, falling in lineTo the dance off the dead, we all fall downAll join hands at the mass of the open soresA congregation of the unclean spirit calling on the LordWater into wine and children into swineWelcome fallen angels with open armsThe first will be last and the last will be firstBlessed are the vermin for they shall inherit the earthEnd of days, the horseman comes with scales in handLeading the rats through the crowded streetsOne by one, all in time, falling in lineTo the dance off the dead, we all fall down