The Emerald Bell Tolls

Ink on my hands. Shaking as I write your name. On this cracked

old kitchen table while the world outside feels a flame. You feast on

the weak. Call your poisoned mercy love. But the quiet ones have awoken

and we're not bowing anymore. I seal this page with every scar you gave,

every stolen breath, every nameless grave. Enemies of all that is good and holy.

The emerald order has been called. And the bell tolls, the bell tolls.

The emerald nights will find you, you will pay the price for what

you've done to the faithful and the innocent. The night won't hide you,