The Fall
Jörgen Ström
Everything's black, don't fall on your back
Screaming for more, now open the door
Now the gateway is open and death is our token
Leave all your fear, the salvation is near
The greedy and old, their souls are all sold
Take sword and spear, the reaper is here
They've poisoned our bodies and claimed every soul
Tried to control us for a sinister goal
Spread your diversions, polish your crown
Hide all the papers you're all going down
Everything's black, don't fall on your back
Screaming for more, now open the door
Your last card is played, your sickness will fade
The tables have turned, your castles will burn