Fall of Efrafa - For El Ahraihrah To Cry

Fu inlé; these clouds bode ill From the earth we ran out; That eve, that heralded night For Man came knocking at our doors Sank teeth within our homes In those quiet hours, where the elil ruled The sky, the ground, our thoughts We prayed for pity but received none We gasped for breath But no breath came Forgive us el ahrairah! Prophet of two faces; deceitful, delirious Right hand of embleer frith, Bore down on us all Scattering minds like skeleton leaves Hrair thethuthinnang Weak willed we were, incoherent Frith the lagging star, hung on pitch fork lies Weak willed we were, incoherent Slay him down deific abhorrence slay him down Frith lies still in charred soil we silflay upon his bones dance in his carrion eyes tare his flesh with ideas bore within him like worms bore within him like worms Frith the lagging