We walk upon the soaked carca**es of those who once gave us life
Be it rain, wind of the weight of finality, the cadavers fall and fall
Day light is meek, and the night grows long and cold
Fungi lurch forward for a final gulping breath
All is returned to the earth and the rain will fall and fall
Rain will fall and fall
It's the fury of the storm
It's the endless falling rain
It's the growing of the dark
It's the thrive in decay
It's the voice of woe
It's the call of the moon
It's the cold retribution of
The dark rider known as d**h