Fate Of The Faithful

Hail, the God song All trill to the tune, devout reprise Hail, the aeon We knelt on this slab, the blessed people We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn Hail the maker A noisy device to take the toll God forsake her For the songs that she sang have left God's acre We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn We fought for the fable But instead we burn In the end of time Left an empty urn