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