She's fallen She's fallen She covers her plate with the blood of the saints Though her sanguine she knows will not quell Her longing to blister, burn all who resist her Dragging them down, down, down to her hell Her kingdom comes On the backs of the ones she once loved So why, oh, why don't you run? The wise man flies For a clear mind reads the signs of the times So cut your ties And run, run, run for your lives Her kingdom comes On the backs of the ones she once loved So why, oh, why don't you run? The wise man flies For a clear mind reads the signs of the times So cut your ties And run, run, run for your lives She's fallen She's fallen She's fallen She's fallen Fallen