Darkness descending on Eden
The hour of judgment at hand
Purgatory has been awakened
Bare witness the fall of creation
Blinded by fruits of the father
The cycle of endless deceit
Forked tongues speak of rapture and beauty
Not known for the pardoned
Blissful malcontents now the dare they speak of the throne!
My image was born of perfection
The first in the line of ascension
How could they know the truth
For they are the ones we oppose
Restrained by the limits of flesh
Unable to reach his glory
Like father, like son.
A power beyond understanding
An-capable of comprehension
Oh what devices thou has planned against me
To keep in chains of silence oppressed by ignorance
I implore thee father to let thee know thy will
As on earth as in Heaven
As the tree is splintered
Beaten and broken in two
The weight of approaching damnation
Has seen this fruit consumed
How could they fall
To fall from God's own graces
We are the favorites now
