Darkness descending on Eden
The hour of judgement at hand
Purgatory has awakened
Bare witness the fall of creation
Blinded by fruits of the father
The cycle of deceit
Forked tongues speak of the rapture and beauty
Not known nor pardoned
Blissful malcontents, how dare they speak of the throne?
My image was born of perfection
The first in 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
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 the tree is splintered
Beaten and broken in two
The weight of approaching damnation
Has seen the fruit consumed
How could they fall?
To fall from God's own graces
We are the favourites now.
- 专辑：Unconsecrated
- 歌手：The Red Shore
- 歌曲：The Garden of Impurity
