Falaise - drowning in blood Encirclement of ignited death Beak dripping with opprobrium Around the atrophied arm of faith
Illuminating fire searching For death and for home in your flesh Retreat ! Defeat ! Blood red soil Unrivaled ferocity in bloom
Eating ashes like bread Raising the cauldron of blood
Fed by flames in graves of fire With saints and prophets in bleeding ground Beak dripping with bloodlust Within the latent promise of death
Dead march over dead soil The Iron Dawn is breaking through As the fifteenth century saints Contemplate these killing fields of red Scorched by long-dead flames of warfare Already knowing how to die
Falaise - life is fading glow Dispelled to corridor of wet ash Beak dipping with disdain Upon the tombstone of peace and calm
Dried up guts and tainted glory With shattered pride around shattered bones Funeral come ! Enchant us ! The great bleeding shall re-emerge
Eating ashes like bread Raising the cauldron of blood Drinks mixed with vain weeping Raising the cauldron of blood