Feast of Sorrow

The voices echo of a time gone In a former age of splendor Even through the ravaging The pride still sustains The hunger in their cold dead eyes That need which they must sate Devouring their living parents Ignoring the screams of pain And through their final suffering Bone ripping through flesh As the demons that were their children Maim them both to death The hunger in their cold dead eyes That need which they must sate Devouring their living parents Ignoring the screams of pain