- cifra
Down they fell like the children of Eden
Down they fell like the tower
As the land relinquished her ghost
Heed the sirens, take shelter, my lover
Flee the fire that devours
But the sight held me fixed
Like a bayonet against my throat
Neither plague or famine tempered my courage
Nor did raids make me cower
But his translucent skin
Made me shiver deep within my bones
It was a pale white horse
With a crooked smile
And I knew it was my time
It was the raging storm
Of a foreign war
And a face I'd seen before
