The Fall - Regarde Les Hommes Tomber

As we have reached

The plain of Shinar

We stopped our hitch

Staring at Nimrod

Build

Rise

We built a tower

Ro rise to Heaven

We raised our hands

To the holy pride of Babel

Yet our Father, disagreed

Then split our tongues and fields

The land of God is the place

Where we belong

We’re not afraid

Of the hands of Lord anymore…

For He is the weak

His monstrous reign

Mus take end now

We must bring Him

Down to the Earth

Where He belongs

For salvation

For He is guilty

For we are men

For He is the weak