[Lyric] Downfall (Maysaloon)

Searching for the breadcrumbs down along the twining path
The scenes I’ve seen deformed my sullen mind
Standing at the arching edge of a sun that doth recline
Avowed to break the bones of the fallen Man

With an eye to the moon
And an eye to the land
And a will to steal the bolt of the horned crown

I tell the tale of Mot, the unbent eater of the lords
Though recalling relics lost and figures left-off scraps
The olden story had its twists and turns
It’s said with utmost certainty that he then poked his way
To triumph out the entrails of the beast

With a tooth to the sky
And a tooth to the sea
And a hand to smite his glorious majesty

He took the mount
And took the crescent
Back from the tyrant’s grasp
Agape, the faltered gates of hell
Were sealed at his command
The seas red, med and dead did flow to praise his name
His anvil’s roar and the discourse of mankind's downfall