Luyện nghe bài hát Age of Famine

There is no in the upper kingdom
not with plague and famine
The bones of corpses stripped of litter our towns
The desert the land
winds of pestilence and contagion
Sicken the air with piteous lamentations of

No living creature great or small is safe from the starving and the

of drought
Seven years without or annual flood
The black earth is in ruins, the unfed masses
Reserves of grain
choked with sand
Roving hordes of the and emaciated
the streets for what scraps they can scavenge

Even insects and vermin to tread our cities
Starving humans like swarms of locusts
Eating corpses dogs, human excrement, animal dung

The poor are forced to commit unheard of
Noble women beg to slaves and whores
are dashed against walls
Infants are on high ground

Those entombed are
the royal dead
What the pyramid concealed is
Lawlessness unchecked, unopposed
The land is deprived of

No refuge for the old the
The weak the
The sick who are left along to die
As the just and alike descend into wickedness
And turn on each other
The age of is upon us