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{W}{R}{G}Palladia-Mors

The Oldest Hunger

Palladia-Mors, the Ruiner{3}{R}{G}{W}·Core Set 2019

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Before the kings drew lines in clay,
before the first stone wall could stand,
she wore the morning on her wings
and laid her shadow on the land.
No horn could call the watch in time,
no omen lit the warning pyres—
she answers nothing, owes you nothing,
she is the oldest of the fires.

[Pre-Chorus]
No spell can touch her in the cloud,
no curse can catch her, no one's tame—
not till she strikes and draws the blood;
the wild has only one true name.

[Chorus]
Ruin is the oldest hunger,
the only word the mountains know;
she takes the strong and leaves the weaker,
not to save them—just to grow.
Run, if running keeps you breathing—
ruin doesn't need to chase.
She does not hunt to keep a balance;
she hunts because she likes the taste.

[Verse 2]
You built your throne on borrowed time,
you taught your young to fear the night—
she walks your walls to splinters, child,
and never once does she close her sight.
You cannot mob the open sky,
you cannot drown her in a crowd—
she crushes ranks to reach the throne
and leaves your broken banners bowed.

[Pre-Chorus]
No spell can touch her in the cloud,
no curse can catch her, no one's tame—
not till she strikes and draws the blood;
the wild has only one true name.

[Chorus]
Ruin is the oldest hunger,
the only word the mountains know;
she takes the strong and leaves the weaker,
not to save them—just to grow.
Run, if running keeps you breathing—
ruin doesn't need to chase.
She does not hunt to keep a balance;
she hunts because she likes the taste.

[Bridge]
She has outlived the names of gods,
forgotten more than you have won.
She does not ruin for a reason—
she ruins, and it's never done.
They buried her beneath your city,
they could not kill what would not die;
she sleeps beneath your streets and gardens,
and wakes up hungry by and by.

[Final Chorus]
Ruin is the oldest hunger,
the only word the mountains know;
she takes the strong and leaves the weaker,
not to save them—just to grow.
No crown, no wall, no gathered army—
ruin doesn't need to chase.
She does not hunt to keep a balance;
she hunts because she likes the taste.

[Outro]
Sleep now—ruin's only waiting.
Sleep now—she remembers every face.

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