Fallen Children Songtext
von The Order of Israfel

Have they ever heard what we have done? They′ve fallen children
Holocausts and heroes, broken ones, and haunted buildings
Every offerin' in honor of their deepest knowing
Seeds just cast away on barren ground, but still they′re growing

Growing on and on
Growing on and on
Growing on and on


Genius buried low in drifts of snow by grasping fingers
Soldiers marching on, inspired by unholy singers
Spectres rising by the crimson light of burning torches
Angels close their eyes, struck silent by the things that spell dusk

Seen by the saints in the clouds
What will become of us now?
The four horsemen entombed in shrouds
What else could we think about?

Called from cauldrons by the ancient ones to do their bidding
Blackened landscapes couldn't stop them flowering and living
Embraced solely by the chosen ones who heard them calling
Monuments that shall stay standing 'til our world has fallen