On mountain high
O seventh son
What has thy father done
What has he cast aside
For Jealousy and Pride
O patron plaster saint
Sorcerer of our constraint
When our final bell is rung
What will we become
What blame could lie upon the shoulders
Of an Ancient one?
Come bear a testament to our disgrace
O seventh son
Come and watch the Watchers fall
Answer to the Raven's call
See mistakes creation made
And we shall carry him
Upon our wings
Name us filthy, wretched, swine
Slack servants of wrath divine
No flood, no sulfur stone
Can justify a liar's throne
Who made the mouth to feed
Who made weakened flesh to bleed
Come see our defiance held
Watch us fall to hell
Let us be as shades within
An endless stretch of blackest night
Better to stand a thousand days in dark
Than kneel one in the light
Come and watch the Watchers fall
Answer to the Raven's call
Can you hear the scapegoat name
And we shall carry him
Upon our wings
With this final seal to break
Rise and rectify this fate
Come behold Azazel's claim
And we shall carry him
Upon our wings
High
Upon our
Wings