Satyrian - Fall From Grace

Be aware, earlier yet his soul has come
From the death god's kiss that never wakes.
Fell from heaven of the soulless saints.

As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray,
He had stolen from the light of thee...

Fall from grace
Of London days.
Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.

And she rode on Serpent's Hill,
Where ever a dreadful wind blows deadly chill,
Towards the world that wails beneath.

As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray,
He had stolen from the light of thee...
Fall from grace
Of London days. Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.

The reverend pleads, I shall file
Beyond this light, into the heaven.

Across the earth and through the eternal fires,
Into the temples, the temples of desires.
The reverend pleads, I shall file
Beyond this light, into the heaven

Fall from grace
Of London days.
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace -
Forthcoming fate.
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace,
Fall from grace.