Nightfall - Voices From The Fuselage

Wrath: The village is scared

The fire is burning through streets of the fair

A torch to pillage the rich

Demanding their refuge in a time of despair

Nightfall: Asleep & the sound

Of swords leaving sheaths to execute their might

Their lives will end with a knife

The toiled will jugulate all of whom in sight

The toiled will jugulate all of whom

Is there no one who can be saved?

Ear to ear they run their blades

Digging their claws in the depraved

Ancestors spinning in their graves