Be aware, earlier yet his soul has comenFrom the death god's kiss that never wakesnFell from heaven of the soulless saintsnnAs the scarlet moonlight's flaming raynHe had stolen from the light of theennFall from gracenOf London daysnFall from gracenForthcoming fatennAnd she rode on serpent's hillnWhere ever a dreadful wind blows deadly chillnTowards the world that wails beneathnnAs the scarlet moonlight's flaming raynHe had stolen from the light of theenFall from gracenOf London daysnFall from gracenForthcoming fatennThe reverend pleads, I shall filenBeyond this light, into the heavennnAcross the earth and through the eternal firesnInto the temples, the temples of desiresnThe reverend pleads, I shall filenBeyond this light, into the heavennnFall from gracenOf London daysnFall from gracenFall from gracenForthcoming fatenFall from gracenFall from gracenFall from grace