The Fall - R.O.D. lyrics

It's approaching

600 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

The Northerns

Look at the North ones

Their brains are unhinged by the sun

Rare stone

Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone

It comes to take them

Move out the armies