Black Fast - The Fall

The Fall

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!