Night fall, sun sighing blue-grey defeat
Sacrament fall, break clean and away
Word fall and fix and fail and fragment
Wring tears from dry eyes
And give good men courage to do evil things
Firefall and burn, and kill, and destroy
Firefall and burn, and kill, and destroy it all

Stand back
Hold up your coward's head
So I may take it from your neck
And burn the crown you wear so proud
I hope it ruins you
I hope that you are made to suffer

Not even vultures will touch what's left of you
When I'm through
Nothing left, torn apart limb from limb
Too late, the hour has past to spare spilt blood
Too late, the hour has past to spare spilt blood

The festering black spot
Spreading from your soul
The calloused disregard
Of flesh and of blood

I hope it ruins you
I hope that you are made to suffer
I hope it kills you
I hope it pulls you down into an early grave