The Tower Falls - Funereal Presence

The Seasons change toward the cold and dark

Pale Faces now hide ‘neath the Church’s Arc

The Reek of Incense and the Heat of Fires

Cast out Man’s Lust for earthly Desires

The endless Cycle turns

Evil the Wind, bitter the Sea

Gray the Sky and barren the Tree

The falling Tower breathes Tar and Flame

Inhuman Teeth in Shadows die and live again

For discordant Winds now sing all Song at Night…

The Seasons now cold and dark

Pale Faces ruined ‘neath the Church’s Arc

Parchment rains onto the Flesh

The Currents low;

the Tides reversed

From gutted Heavens comes the Deluge

The flaming Dagger tears the Soul apart

Grotesque old, angelic young

Small and great;

flayed and hung