The Locust Years - Hammers of Misfortune

Please hold your applause, though you may pause for genuflection

As so deftly we’re directing your attention

To this hand my left or is it right, no need to analyze

The sentiment and scope of our correctness

Please remain seated as the spectacle repeats itself

Ad nauseum (that's latin for «relentless»)

Don’t you lose your focus as we orchestrate these locust years

My dears, the show is bound to leave you breathless

You paid admission, now the ride’s begun, guaranteed to

Leave you groping for the gears in this mad machine of tears

Now that we’re unchained

We’ll reign, insane

And drown the world in flames

And blood, and pain

Our legion eyes and ears

Will amplify your fears

In a wilderness of mirrors

In these new Locust Years

Our timeline spins unbroken

Like the webs that we have woven

As the show unfolds like clockwork on command

Are those horsemen knocking?

Or the ticking and the tocking of the Watch?

We are the face, we are the hands

Sirens bay like mares at night, Sirens howl like wolves

But it’s all right for the show has just begun

Now that we’re unchained

We’ll reign, insane

And drown the world in flames

And blood, and pain

Our legion eyes and ears

Will amplify your fears

In a wilderness of mirrors

In these new Locust Years

Now that we’re unchained

We’ll reign, insane

The pain will flow like wine

In time to find

Us drunk upon your tears

And feasting on your fears

Sharpening our spears

In these new Locust Years