The Fall
Black Fast
Run onward, toward another one
Stripped bare, burned, cut in half
Consume me, devoured at last
The fury is mine, bury all that I know
And the glory is mine, and it's mine alone
Priestess attest atone confess repent
You reaper of souls descend
You keeper of dogs condemned
Oh you hunter of men
The fury, the glory, not after all
Perish in exile
The fall
Plaguing hunger, but what of the thirst
Wild visage laughing for the dirge
Lustful spirit, draining spell
Tell me deceiver, there's nothing to tell
