The Fall Of Efrafa letra

The warren is empty tonight,
Blood spills on toiled ground
Fur will hang in ragged clumps
Upon the hedgerows

Peace is lost to us now,
A fettered ideal [x2]

They are the warmongers
And they will make our laws
A paw will fall upon the weak
They will mark the day

In death we make our charge, our last lament [x2]

To turn the tide, in our numbers;
The final will fall - they have our fear
We have the will
A battle cry will sound out
Shrill against the night
And with it our retribution;

The warren is empty [x5]

Fall of Efrafa - Letras

• A Soul To Bear
• Beyond The Veil
• Dominion Theology
• For El Ahraihrah To Cry
• Fu Inle
• Lament
• Last But Not Least
• No Longer Human
• Pity The Weak
• Republic Of Heaven
• Simulacrum
• The Burial
• The Fall Of Efrafa
• Warren Of Snares
• Woundwort