Famine's Lamp lyrics

Famine always hangs his lamp Above the holy land Hangs his lamp, he hangs his lamp Above the holy land Pestilence will pitch his tent Upon the promised land Pitch his tent, he'll pitch his tent Upon the promised land Death will always break his bread within the temple walls Break his bread, he'll break his bread Within the temple walls War will always find his mistress In the highest tower Find her waiting, find her waiting In the highest tower