In the leafy shades of a wildwood

reflections of a distant light

A tempting celestial song

calling into the light leading to the sky

Somber so very intense kneeling to the ground

Gripe the soil It turns into dust

Desperate fingers grasping nothing

Escaping the vision so horrid

Wandering through a meadow of grass

On the misty ground sits a raven

Staring silently in despise it speaks:

Denizen of demons path inhabitant of ground at last

Never fear the horned pact

be a part in the immense essence of life

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:

A voice in the dark so strong yet so fragile

Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief

The flower must wither the flower must die

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:

A voice in the dark so strong yet so fragile

Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief

The flower must wither the flower must die again