The Fallen

Some lay cast from heaven As the product of dissension Waging war but losing battles Stealing souls that dare to listen Some were careless leaders Leading those that had to follow Like a plague of such dimension That the cures too hard to swallow Some lay claims as parents Failing life and what it teaches And the children left not knowing Becomes a product of their weakness Some live by religion Sharing mass and congregation But the lust of worldly knowledge Breeds a house of degradation And when our time has ended We will only hear one calling Breaking bonds of apprehension From the ones we call "The Fallen"