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THE FALL -

What more could we have asked for?

Cast out of heaven wearing our proud grin

Soon they shall hear how loud the night can roar

Under the call of the fell Seraphim

Our halos turned to crowns of fire

No more wings of white feather

Turned as black as the bats of this abyss

Where we'll reside in rebellion forever!

Free from grace

Flee from day

Night's embrace

Reigning now over our newly found land

Ever mutating to our will

And as for his 'creation' man

We will do much worse than just kill

Now infected with our prized vice

Whispered by us from the blackest holes

Where we slip from every night

To roam the earth FOR THE RUIN OF SOULS...