Fall Of The Idols Fall Of The Idols
Amidst shadows of night I make myself a seer
To see the answer through the stream so clear
That flows by endless rows of nameless stones
Piled upon the tombs of the kings unknown
Agonies be thy children, so we forsake this world
With this impending doom above our heads
We go hand in hand and join with the dead
Into realms beneath the womb of the earth
Baptised with blood, scavenged for rebirth
Agonies be thy children, so we forsake this world
To the land of shadows by the paths unheard
As thy world devours itself, we wash ourselves clean
The end is thy own making, all that was becomes a dream
We walk a darker path to see what lies
Beyond the skies of misanthropic wrath
