"oh, scents that sing odes to her beauty... and riddles that cant speak her name;
there are words that must not be spoken, and shadows that wont be the same.

entwined in the alcoves of darkness.. are carvings of sinful despair..
the black stones are made to be broken.. and echoes are bound to be heirs.

to run from the currents of starlight... to chase in the forests of lore..
to hunt in the streams of the conscience.. and rot the stagnation they bore.

slide tears that will crack when theyre frozen... and hollow the chest that you mine..
just flee from the wind that is howling... destroy to me all thats Divine."