Running out of time
The portal is open
Lives broken
The wine poured out
We knew this was happening
The signs and portents easily seen
No fear of the unknown
We are drunk
Upon our doubts
Above in the sky are the locusts
Upon the ground fire
Chased by hounds
Unleashed and hungry
The riders have come
Pestilence
War
Famine
Death
They are named
The victims have long known
Time was short
Their lives in jeopardy
They had plenty of warnings
There was no treachery
The world is dead
The funeral is ongoing
We are forsaken
Drunk upon fear
Wrath overflowing
