Environcide

Death lord, you vow destruction
Onto the ones despaired
Now their abode is reeking
Their women ensnared
You bring severe misfortune
Famine and drought
They're 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

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

Loss
Ruin
Half of the rags
Double the cold

You bring severe misfortune
Famine and drought
They're on their knees in prayer
Human cattle crying out

They turn the holy dagger
Towards themselves
Let it twist in holy ways

They turn the holy dagger
Towards themselves
Let it twist in holy ways