Four Cubits And a Span

Goliath, separate the snake
The tail from it's remains
Coward onto pike
His head slides beneath
The crown of blood and thorn
Goliath, King of the Dead

Crush hope in your hands
Show us the way
Tear into your skin
Resolve, madness
Madness

Call onto him
In desolate foundry
Call onto him
In eternal inferno