A shadow in the garden of darkness

In the year of 1859
 Born was a shadow of light
 In garden where the darkness grew
 In the garden of sophisticated lies
 In the realm of ever reigning gloom
 Where the gardeners trimed the vines
 Born was a shadow and regal he grew
 A majestic silhouette to dim their night
 Oh, dark was the carpet woven
 Flawed was their perfect design
 A tapestry destined to be torn
 One truth and their kingdom was no more
 A shadow in the garden of darkness
 One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
 A shadow born in the garden of lies
 One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
 Their garden was of such a delightful darkness
 Such a relief for eyes that never wanted to see
 And the less they saw, the more they believed
 A shadow in the garden of darkness!
 An empire of eternal lies
 By the flare of a thought watch it ignite the skyline
 An aeon of enslavement and strife
 Like bonfires temple flames lick the night sky
 Oh, dark was the carpet woven
 Flawed was their perfect design
 A tapestry destined to be torn
 Oh A shadow in the garden of darkness
 One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
 A shadow born in the garden of lies
 One of a light as dark as the heart of the night
 There can be nothing darker
 Than a night presented to be the day
 There can be nothing fouler
 Than the lie in the guise of truth
 The truth