| Song | Locust Swarm |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Black Moon Rising |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There’s a sigh from the barren soil | |
| Dysfunctional ecology | |
| Cycles soon in turmoil | |
| Tomorrow’s promises dies | |
| By an ancient golden deity | |
| Udders one by one dries | |
| Another conscience join to the funeral feast | |
| Another sacrifice thrown to the beast | |
| Hearken to the tolling bell | |
| Of a worn out world’s last yell | |
| Who is the bringer of the coming storm? | |
| Who is the last victim that we now condemn? | |
| Who is the demon there in human form | |
| That’s kneeling down in worship to the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? | |
| There’s a rotten smell of the mound | |
| A bitter taste of mortality. | |
| Fertility gone unsound | |
| The recipe to our grave | |
| Unnecessary necessities | |
| Human kind now enslaved | |
| Who is the serpent of the paradise? | |
| Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? |
| There' s a sigh from the barren soil | |
| Dysfunctional ecology | |
| Cycles soon in turmoil | |
| Tomorrow' s promises dies | |
| By an ancient golden deity | |
| Udders one by one dries | |
| Another conscience join to the funeral feast | |
| Another sacrifice thrown to the beast | |
| Hearken to the tolling bell | |
| Of a worn out world' s last yell | |
| Who is the bringer of the coming storm? | |
| Who is the last victim that we now condemn? | |
| Who is the demon there in human form | |
| That' s kneeling down in worship to the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? | |
| There' s a rotten smell of the mound | |
| A bitter taste of mortality. | |
| Fertility gone unsound | |
| The recipe to our grave | |
| Unnecessary necessities | |
| Human kind now enslaved | |
| Who is the serpent of the paradise? | |
| Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? |
| There' s a sigh from the barren soil | |
| Dysfunctional ecology | |
| Cycles soon in turmoil | |
| Tomorrow' s promises dies | |
| By an ancient golden deity | |
| Udders one by one dries | |
| Another conscience join to the funeral feast | |
| Another sacrifice thrown to the beast | |
| Hearken to the tolling bell | |
| Of a worn out world' s last yell | |
| Who is the bringer of the coming storm? | |
| Who is the last victim that we now condemn? | |
| Who is the demon there in human form | |
| That' s kneeling down in worship to the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? | |
| There' s a rotten smell of the mound | |
| A bitter taste of mortality. | |
| Fertility gone unsound | |
| The recipe to our grave | |
| Unnecessary necessities | |
| Human kind now enslaved | |
| Who is the serpent of the paradise? | |
| Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem | |
| For the locust swarm? |