Medieval Famine Sector Lyrics

Famine Sector Lyrics


A shuttering retired widow, 
Overlooks....a land condemned.

Persecuted sun has fled  
Eternal midnight banes,  
Winter of
discontent  
Surrounded by haunted rows of brittle dead crops  
Farmers
perish.  
A multitude of children and of women and of men,  
an army of
none.  
The weak will not succeed!  
Death Drums Beat.  
Uncounted
heap....led aimlessly,  
Towards a slit in the side of a dune,  
several
fall....the way is paved,  
with slabs of human flesh,  
A flock
recoils....  
Helpless masses,  
scattered like unborn larvae.  
He
pulls his terror throttle  
A flood of muticoloured shame,  
Fills his
shallow pit,  
Bonfire 
Smouldering  
Expressionless, emotionless 

Expressionless, emotionless  
Expressionless, emotionless 

Expressionless, emotionless  
As he analyzes his mummified treats 

As he analyzes his mummified treats  
As he analyzes his mummified
treats  
As he analyzes his mummified treats  
The last sunspots of a
surrogate dawn.  
Famine Sector...  
Famine Sector...  
Famine
Sector...  
Famine Sector...  
Expressionless, emotionless 

Expressionless, emotionless  
Expressionless, emotionless 

Expressionless, emotionless  
As he analyzes his mummified treats 

As he analyzes his mummified treats  
As he analyzes his mummified
treats  
As he analyzes his mummified treats  
The last sunspots of a
surrogate dawn.  
Famine Sector...  
Famine Sector...  
Famine
Sector...  
Famine Sector...