Текст песни Sons of Perdition - Fallout

Angels of Heaven, fall! Fall! The Fool of eleven, fall! Fall! Plummeting devils, fall! Fall! Through the Kingdom’s nine levels, fall! Fall! Twenty-two is the crown that awaits on the ground. Fall! Fall! The Philosopher’s Stone shall hang flesh on the bones. Fall! Fall! He is become death, destroyer of worlds. Embers in air, fall! Fall! Smoldering hair, fall! Fall! Comets on fire, fall! Fall! The heavenly choir, fall! Fall! The cup runneth dry. Fall! Fall! The sun from the sky, fall! Fall! The stars impermanent, fall! Fall! God from His firmament, fall! Fall! The serpent encircles and swallows its tail.