Texty: The Red Shore. The Garden Of Impurity.

Darkness descending on Eden
The hour of judgement at hand
Purgatory has awakened
Bare witness the fall of creation
Blinded by fruits of the Father
The cylce of endless deceit
Forked tounges speak of rapture and beauty
Not known nor pardoned

Blissful malcontents, how 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
Un-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 favourites now

(Thanks to Matt for these lyrics)