3.He Falls To Me
He... Falls... To... Me
He'll be the first one
Forming alliance
Falling, unable
Fortify our power
We'll ride like horses
on the horizon
Menacing eyeballs
Fortitude gallop
In someone's head in someone's bed
They'll keep arriving
Apples and oranges
Gobbling the last dregs
Mouth full of foul age
Brim forth eternal
Day of doom coming
From the cathedral
Office is crumbling
Calling to arm us
Armed with our sabers
Nail in the coffin
Televised newscast
Of his great blunder
All is forgiven
Building our houses
Closer together
In someone's head in someone's bed
| 
