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