The angelic choir of Fates resounded loud
Acclimating the downfall of life's most cherished crown
Held high on Splendor and Graders heavy head
But foretold to Topple and Crumble once lust had been fed

The bell tolled the hour this masquerade began
Echoing threw thin walls where these revealers now stand
And in this twilight garden with the orchids all in bloom
Blood hard boils in feral veins
In pure delight she swoons

The moonlit ivy gates
swung by silent in night air
Gently plucked for pure devotion
snow white flowers in her hair

Hurriedly rushed up the spiral stair case
Wrought iron echoes' announce what the light had forbade

The Chapels god faith for what one cannot face
Are best left burred and forgot with no trace....
But what came to light the next day, was the price one must pay
If one lets themselves be led astray

.....Within these slave made Halls
And courtyard Walls
The waxing Moon did illuminate innocence fall


Lectures crawling upon virgin flesh
tongue Hard and forced Deep in Carnal Caress
Blood red at dawns light the rose wide unfurled
Eager for suns light and starving for pearl

But with dawns duress comes the most trying test
silk sheet left cold never waking she slept

From the heights of madness ecstasy enthralled
Hypocrisy and Bloodlust suffocate the call
Four thousand Centuries since the bright ones fall
Pedophiles and prophesy couldn't save us at all

The Abyss Calls what thou cannot hear
from deep within blacked cowls of sodomites fear

Forced to bear this graveless cold tear
Emotions Void begins to tear

Never before this Wrenched a sky
Compassion's Ivory tower turns away Her right

........But! before the choir divinely turns away desire
The cold wind breathes enjoyment!

for this all to mortal coil
Love and Hate, Pride and Shame
the sidius laugh is so......delighting

There is a part in all men's Hearts that would seek to tear apart
This sacred lamb before them
And from this savage gaping scar comes the glint of a wayward star

But Hope is far to frail to judge.....

Only time and tears will tell

And only if by star-crossed thrust

There can be no concession for the admiration of this Violent depravity
Backs pressed Flat and skin rubbed thin
Tender is the touch of Glorious sin

And so sorrow did wander, Threw this lonely county side
casting of the shackles of reason, tossing them to the tide

Ravens flank and wheel in time
On stromclouds n the sky
never in the Ether did Morphius so Painfully cry

Twilight is the color of dawns last embrace
Depraved is the nature of the fetters of Fate
Holy is Nightmare feeding all that we Hate
Tearing all this hope asunder, and casting out all Faith

These, our star-crossed lovers
Beg for just one last embrace

They're lust doth burn
And the Heavens yearn!
But still our lovers thrust

So in the tapestry all comes alive
From the first aching passions and innocence deflowered
Rights of this tragic fall and that of God power

So between these rattan tombs the final light did falter
none so befuddled as those who once had lay on its alter

And twixed Twilight and her garden
Thus suffer all those departed
Who''s cry's went unheard, on the ears of absurd
But who still are not detoured


Deflowered, Empowered,
Twilight and her garden before midnight's kraken cower

This chamber now a temple to what so few true deserve
pure the song, dismembered to a wailing funeral durge...
.....so easy the truth to purge

In the still night air, Bitter still the garden
But Twilight gives not a care
For soon the grinding of time shall leave all the past Forgotten......