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