The Tower

He is anark Can you hear the sound of the phantom bell People gather around Burn in his half-world hell Proto-overman User of the dead hand To the tower He is anark Screams that calm the wind Hear the black birds shriek Death is your last breath We have one enemy Proto-overman User of the dead hand To the tower He is anark Dark dance Break of dusk Cold wind Time to kill Eyes closed See his blood Fear not tomorrow will Proto-overman User of the dead hand To the tower...