| Song | The Priory |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Black Moon Rising |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The mist carried tidings of fire and blood; | |
| On northern waves the dragons ride | |
| Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn | |
| On the day when prayers die | |
| The omens spoke of a rising beast | |
| That sailed out from eastern shores | |
| Brethren will cry and angels will sigh | |
| On the day of the fiendish force | |
| Aaaah, the priory burned | |
| Aaaah, aflame and ablaze | |
| The heathen horde struck from the sea | |
| Like a cut from a tempered blade | |
| In black the day was hung by the foreign | |
| Dragons’ tongue | |
| On the day of the sinister raid | |
| A plundered parish by pagan plague | |
| Perished under the autumn clouds | |
| Their embers went cold as fate did unfold | |
| And wrapped them in a solacing shroud |
| The mist carried tidings of fire and blood | |
| On northern waves the dragons ride | |
| Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn | |
| On the day when prayers die | |
| The omens spoke of a rising beast | |
| That sailed out from eastern shores | |
| Brethren will cry and angels will sigh | |
| On the day of the fiendish force | |
| Aaaah, the priory burned | |
| Aaaah, aflame and ablaze | |
| The heathen horde struck from the sea | |
| Like a cut from a tempered blade | |
| In black the day was hung by the foreign | |
| Dragons' tongue | |
| On the day of the sinister raid | |
| A plundered parish by pagan plague | |
| Perished under the autumn clouds | |
| Their embers went cold as fate did unfold | |
| And wrapped them in a solacing shroud |
| The mist carried tidings of fire and blood | |
| On northern waves the dragons ride | |
| Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn | |
| On the day when prayers die | |
| The omens spoke of a rising beast | |
| That sailed out from eastern shores | |
| Brethren will cry and angels will sigh | |
| On the day of the fiendish force | |
| Aaaah, the priory burned | |
| Aaaah, aflame and ablaze | |
| The heathen horde struck from the sea | |
| Like a cut from a tempered blade | |
| In black the day was hung by the foreign | |
| Dragons' tongue | |
| On the day of the sinister raid | |
| A plundered parish by pagan plague | |
| Perished under the autumn clouds | |
| Their embers went cold as fate did unfold | |
| And wrapped them in a solacing shroud |