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 Immersed pleasures must cease Forbearers behold Our divine descent hath turned And the retriveval of purity Within my heart shall become.