The Fallen

Whoa is me, the Fallen I be.
Lost among the Sheep of the Lamb

Look on to me, the wretched the lost,
Fallen from the Flock, Fallen from God.

Here I am, The Fallen I shale remain.
Lost to my self distruction, my self to blame.

Lay among the Skeletons asleep in thier Graves,
With the Ghosts of my Past I stay.

I am the Fallen,
The lucifer of Lost sheep.

Do not follow me, The lucifer of Lost sheep,
The Lamb won't come to be, I am all you will see.

A craftsmen of my maker, Your soul I will claim
Do not walk among us, Where Eagles shy and Daemons raign

I am a Wanderer, a Shade The Fallen.

Cast not your Ropes to my rescue,
The weight of my Sins is great

Gaze not into the Darkeness
The Fallen is all you shale see.