We stand, weathering it all
Unmoved, untouched
And then we fail
We fall from our heavenly place
Falling stars, so small
So great
Live we of humankind
Their pain, their demons
We all inhale
Until the depths of Hell consume
Our starry ash and thy doom
We take them all
From heaven above
To Lucifer's bed
Never again to feel the weathered hand of time
We fall slowly, silently
To the ends of the Neverworld
And to Nevermore
