Ivy seeping through my window With winewarm blood you bring to me Skies that Scraphim has gathered Having you share the rue with me
Oracle The classic shrine Which saw the priestess With the guile
Her artful trickery Of the book Suffice the view With the angry Victor
The ghost of hoax is an anguished tale Which was told in an era where spirits oppress A primative soul that you will face I commence this mystery for you to solve Seasons exchange before each dawn Mournful gloom of supernal light Stygian floods while the Gods recover Damnation larked lost Archangels
Daring The cherished tales Hath thee Almightiy Hells ambition to reign
Torn from the Pelorus Proned the floor Resolution is Not from this despair
Stop and stare at ironed gates of fate Where life is the age of resurrection
What was execution by sceptism The wisodm of Yantra set the fire Of all the glowing embers To exclude without thoughts of rumination
Nature is moribund life And to name the ghost of a chord Between the sound of its colour To the light of the Sigh