The Priory - Falconer

The mist carried tidings of fire and blood;

On northern waves the dragons ride

Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn

On the day when prayers die

The omens spoke of a rising beast

That sailed out from eastern shores

Brethren will cry and angels will sigh

On the day of the fiendish force

Aaaah, the priory burned

Aaaah, aflame and ablaze

The heathen horde struck from the sea

Like a cut from a tempered blade

In black the day was hung by the foreign

Dragons' tongue

On the day of the sinister raid

A plundered parish by pagan plague

Perished under the autumn clouds

Their embers went cold as fate did unfold

And wrapped them in a solacing shroud