Fall at the feet of the world I’ve never seen such a wretch upon the shore Fortunes of a silent discord In the wake of a dream, like a lifetime before For the day that the demons would knock down our door The winds singing like a phantom song Goddess in the sky, she walks the rivers of the land Along the mountain’s spine. They carve these caverns In the name of iron swords, and golden stone The arrow flies in darkest night And it tears away the moonlight from her eyes Tonight we will not turn away from the devil in the trees In his dead and hollow gaze, I see the end To a dream of holy fire, in the sky the smoke will rise Ever to the heavens heights Born to a black crown and coral bones, Cast to a white throne adorned in gold and oak In fading skies, follow the wind and fall ever into afterlife (Drifting) in the dead of night (upon a shaded river) The mist rises, (haunted) the spectral sight (by haunted eyes along the fern) beware their wolfish bite (the fang in flesh) life daggers cut (the vulturous) These hearts have fallen to the dirt forever more We conjure sorrow with a devilish design Confessing with a silver tongue to inhumation so divine And though the time may come our fortress falls to fire The royalty blood blessed at dusk will never die Hear us now, pray this dawn brings light No life will be sewn in tomorrows sight For the goddess of the sky Oh lord, in the fares of Faustian deeds On a path that winds through the wild To a house of rose and devils dreams