R.O.D. - The Fall

Lyrics by：Brix Smith/Craig Scanlon/Mark E. Smith/Simon Rogers

Composed by：Brix Smith/Craig Scanlon/Mark E. Smith/Simon Rogers

It's approaching six hundreds pounds gas and flesh

Robes in tatters

It's approaching

Lips and tongue abhorrent

Flickering lexicon

Or a stray dog pack leader

Hide hide all good people hang out for a result

Hide dive hide reasonable people in silence do exult

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

The Northerns

Look at the

North ones

Their brains are unhinged by the sun

Hide hide all good people hang out for a result

Hide dive hide reasonable people in silence do exult

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Rare stone

Our faces are rare stone

It comes to take them

Move out the armies

And hide hide all good people hang out for a result

Hide dive hide reasonable people it's realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Hide hide dive

Realm of dusk

Hide dive

Realm of dusk

Hide hide dive

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Hide hide

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk

Realm of dusk