I

Through hours spirals night they shine;
sweet eyes, the souls unearthed stone,
gazing under a blackened sun, aligned;
on all these ruins that they used to own.

Beneath the thoughtful weeping oaks,
the fluid has since long dryed out
the ground their insides once did soak;
the fruit you ate in secret doubt.

You feel in every meter walked,
every raindrop on your palm,
the twisted voices words has stalked
you since that single, sinfull dawn.

II

Proud creator; transformer
of Man to God, and all within;
thy creation, did it scorn her
and let our love for sin begin?

Have through the times you felt the core
of standards risen in your name
of all of them that went off to war
to play the rules of your cruel game?

III

Wise, the memories, o Liliths blunder,
whispers pleasures darker forms
in ruins, shaped, and torn asunder,
buried during countless storms.

Red laced scars carves solemn dreams
as Venus madness curse its own
cheers of joy, torned open screams,
of her burning naked all alone.

Sliced open, raped, in pain facedown in dirt
the voices die in paradise, the dying sunsets rays
blazing through thy deep red wounds. Hurt,
you bleeding fell from Jahves grace.

Immortal beauty, flawless Eve,
wander on and on eternally
and hold us tight, no, never leave
embrace us all in pride and envy!

The darkness falls, bright black eclipse!;
an eternal dusk for thee now dawns,
descending from the river Styx
upon all of Gods submitted pawns

IV

And through the Ages,
the mourning shadows dusty home,
the spirit of our mortal queens,
the meaness, thrusts, oh; let’s embrace
thy shattered soul
on lusts and bloodsheds hallowed seas.

Thy mask of Pride lies
cast aside, or is it worn;
the veil of sin ‘round shattered walls
of trees and ruins,
of long-forgotten roses thorns
that’s kept us all cut off from thee?