The Garden Of Impurity

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