(You shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not falter-)

Every step you take,
He's waiting just in front of you.
Every deathly fate,
He reigns and cannot be refused.
Every den and cave,
is caged with teeth: His bite is true.
Every fen and plain,
His claim, while Sol sleeps out of view.

(You shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not falter-)

Every breath you take,
He preys, and He will come for you.
Every endless chase,
He stays unswayed 'til you're consumed.
Every hex and blade,
His way of telling you you're through.
Every precious grace,
will fade before you've left His gloom.

(You shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not falter.
Shall not fal-)

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 15th of Celes, in the year 6 AC.