Fall Of The Idols - The Walk lyrics
Past the icons of earthly woes To a place without weary throes Thru the veil no mans ever pa**ed Unfurled lies the faith in the last Mob chanting before the feast Until The Tide is unleashed Each step hammers the soil With revelations imbued in coil One humming note permeates the air As the walk descends into a lair Where seven wives entertain the frail Away from the unseen trail The walk is for those who dare Pa** the sadists glare