| Be aware, | |
| That never wakes. | |
| Fell from heaven of the soulless saints. | |
| As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray, | |
| He had stolen from the light of thee, | |
| Fall from grace | |
| Of London days. | |
| Fall from grace - | |
| Forthcoming fate. | |
| And she rode on | |
| Serpent's | |
| Hill, Where always dreadful wind blows deadly chill, | |
| Towards the world that wails beneath. | |
| As the scarlet moonlight's flaming ray, | |
| He had stolen from the light of thee, | |
| Fall from grace | |
| Of London days. | |
| Fall from grace - | |
| Forthcoming fate. | |
| I shall fire | |
| Beyond this light and to the heaven. | |
| Across the | |
| Earth and through the dark fires, | |
| Into the temples, the temples of desires. | |
| I shall fire | |
| Beyond this light and to the heaven. | |
| Fall from grace | |
| Of London days. | |
| Fall from grace, | |
| Fall from grace - | |
| Forthcoming fate. | |
| Fall from grace, | |
| Fall from grace, | |
| Fall from grace. |