Empirical Choirs - Mournful Congregation

The voice of a choir, echoes unto me

With resplendence, a passage of moonlight

Trickles slowly across the forest floor

Through many branches, reaching out to the stars

I gaze, I wander through the vastness

Of the nightshade, desiring nothing

A journey of darkening begins

Innermost pleasures must cease

Forbearers behold

Our divine descent hath turned

And the retrieval of purity

Within my heart shall become