The Priory Lyrics - Black Moon Rising - Falconer

The mist carried tidings of fire and blood: 

On northern waves the dragons ride. 

Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn 

on the day when prayers die. 

The omens spoke of a rising beast 

that sailed out from the eastern shores. 

Brethren will cry and angels will sigh 

on the day of the fiendish force. 

Aaaah, the priory burned. 

Aaaah, aflame and ablaze. 

The heathen horde struck from the sea 

like a cut from a tempered blade. 

In black the day was hung by the foreign 

dragon's tongue 

on the day of the sinister raid. 

A plundered parish by a pagan plague 

perished under the Autumn clouds. 

Their embers went cold as fate did unfold 

and wrapped them in a solacing shroud.