R.o.d. Lyrics - Fall

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