Imperial Fall - Phantom Lord

Drawn by the power of the light and dark

The will itself a riddle

Captured the fire that you hold within

Torn sacred ground

Still it will bring the question up to thee

But will you find it so hard

And it’s the key so divine and strong

Let go tree

Our imperial fall strikes back in agony

It divides and withholds

Pictures of the great divine

Surely that would be our line

But always hides the way

So through the beacons of our purity

Never outshine the beast

Ascending us to highest of all degrees

Sense it’s untrue

Pray one tim for our own release

See th greatness of us

We hold the contrast upon our peace

Be our wish

Fate won’t make you stand towards

The unknown

Stretch the need

Seeds of everlasting growth

Ways of controlled serenity

Might not be crucial right on time

In man’s deceipt (relief)