The Garden of Impurity - The Red Shore

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