Tragedy Khadafi - The Feeding Hour lyrics

Victims shrieking execrations Thousands dead from heat prostration Frightened by the beast on the other side A mirrored nightmare poisoning blight Remedies from the speeches of fools Who gave us bandages to cure our disease There will be no morals Only each other left to eat No one prays to the skies anymore A cloud of ashen sickness An unbreathable thickness There will be no slumber when Closing our eyes means certain d**h The starvation marches have started The scythe is being swung Without aim or abandon But we will carry on The starvation marches have started The bell will soon be rung Marking the feeding hour But we must carry on