Fall of the Seer

Testo:

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Fall of the Seer
By Frank Ciardullo

There's a sword in the tree
In the wood by the lake
Left there by The Seer
Who's soul we did take

Speaking thunder from the lips of the imp
Roll us under as his fall brakes the gimp
Fatal laughter from the meek to the wise
Forever after will reveal his demise

There's a cross made of stone
Marks the grave of the damned
Guarded by the raven
The dark host in command

Speaking thunder from the lips of the imp
Roll us under as his fall brakes the gimp
Fatal laughter from the meek to the wise
Forever after will reveal his demise

And the story was told
From the order of souls
By the witness in black
Of the stygian attack

There's a sword in the tree
In the wood by the lake
Which hung the remains
Of The Seer's final take