The darkest hour, where fields reap blight The endless hunger, and blackened skies A land of rot, where children wither And mother's weep, a countless sorrow Hearts grow faint And hope decays The failure of a God The plough drags on the bones of the fallen The blood seeps to the soil of poison Scorned wretches of what used to be human Pale faces in a shroud of torment A vulgar curse, on blackened shores A time for death, to claim what's hers Diseased and starved, a brewing corpse Left for dead, on farms of ash The stench of decay Abandoning Faith Hunger spreads to the edge of the isle Disease rampant and the rations vile Walking corpses their souls are abandoned By a god that leaves children in famine The island rots while the people starve The crows feast on the Holocaust of celts Ashes fall on the hopeless soil Removing families from this mortal coil