The Ladder - ASG

Would you go down, down

Into the flames with me

Set a course, for die speed

The bayonet obeys

It feels like the dark page is turning

Death faces engrained in my floor

At first light there goes jacob running

And the nameless take shapes like a storm

Take a hold of bright light

The heir of sane betrays

Seven floors to dive through

The air in flames remains

It feels like the dark page is turning

Death faces engrained in my floor

At first light there goes jacob running

And the nameless take shapes like a storm

It feels like the dark page is turning

Death faces engrained in my floor

At first light there goes jacob running

And the nameless take shapes like a storm