Fate Of The Faithful
Hail, the God song
All trill to the tune, devout reprise
Hail, the eon
We knelt on this slab, the blessed people
We fought for the fable, ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, oh
Left an empty urn
Hail the maker
A noisy device to take the toll
God forsake her
For the songs that she sang have left God's acre
We fought for the fable, ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, ah
Left an empty urn
We fought for the fable, ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, ah
Left an empty urn
