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Death lord

You vow destruction

Onto the ones despaired

Now their abode is reeking

Their women ensnared

You bring severe misfortune

Famine and drought

TheyÕre on their knees in prayer

Human cattle

Crying out

Loss

Ruin

Half of the rags

Double the cold

Loss

Ruin

Coming of jackals

Reaping the spoils

They turn the holy dagger

Towards themselves

Let it twist in holy ways

Ha!

The means of dehydration

Upon a sea of flesh

Now mortals, your father

Has condemned you to unrest

Suffer

In distress

War prize

They were left to rot

Environcide

They were blind and we were not