Part 1. The Fall

Centuries have passed by

Old bones turn to dust

Circled by faces we've known so long

Some we despise, some we trust

Addicted to power, reigning in terror

Unknown knowledge we try to achieve

Craving for something we desire

In our hopes we believe

All in shame, dug in sorrow

The madman will return tomorrow

Unfathomable depths where our hearts lie

Year after year centuries pass by

Unaccounted will be all our lives

We know it from the start

But for something we still strive

That will surely keep us apart

Battle for victory struggle to win

Our natures to which we give in

Living in hatred, sin after sin

Draining our energy, weakening within

All in shame, dug in sorrow

Our nemesis will return tomorrow

And as we lay in the midst of it all

We get ready preparing to Fall