Fallen From Grace

GrandFather

How do I prepare the Children

For what's about to Come

And that Each of them Is

The Chosen One

The Stars fall from our Heavens

As many as the Waves of the Sea

Our Idols are all Fallen

They'll Soon Cry how can this Be

They need to have Compassion

For the Source of the Crime is so Few

Yet so many have Fallen spread like Pollution

Day is Comin' from them You must Withdrew

The Seeds planted thousands of Years Ago

And the Harvest will Come before Winter Snow

If you have not Seen you surely Smelt in the Air

The Stench is Awful, more than we Can Bear

GrandFather

How do I prepare the Children

For what's about to Come

And that Each of them Is

The Chosen One

The Trumpet has Sounded

All who have Sold themselves to the Beast

The Struggle has Rebounded

So soon all of their Souls will be Released

We have put the ladders up Against the Walls

We soon will go to the Rooftops

We'll Scream the Crimes of them All

Pray we'll Survive the Screams and Crying Stops

Nothing but hearing it Can prepare us for this Step

There is Nothing can be done, debt they got to Pay

Like Death in the Night and even God Wept

For so Grievous the Crimes of the Ones who Paid

So many Dear Ones Fell and Caught in the Trap

Nothin' can be Done Now, it's grown to Late for Them

He's Blown out the Candle and put on His Night Cap

They'll just have to be Recycled Lessons learned Again

The Seeds planted thousands of Years Ago

And the Harvest will Come before Winter Snow

If you have not Seen you surely Smelt in the Air

The Stench is Awful, more than we Can Bear

GrandFather

How do I prepare the Children

For what's about to Come

And that Each of them Is

The Chosen One