Wrath Striped the Virgin

There once was a time, free from man’s evil
Where fruits ripened with love in evergreen woods
Azure sky above with white clouds
Illumines light relentlessly

A place ere Love didst resign
Slain by the Wrath with her black rod
Sever from jagged lightning
Darkness spread therein
Dingy thick ebony sky
The cessation of the sky
Dour rays without reflection
Furnace with flames that emit no light

My love is gone-Stonehearted I want revenge
Fallen Angels-Come brood my nest
(Woeful Angels)

When Heaven opened its gates
The final marble steps
Sate the heavenly falcon, lurid wings
Eyes endure her not
Fetching her beloved
Flying she passes me by
Only demons in my view, dew of tears

Unseen I cannot see
When others saw day colors
Seeing only colorless hue, a black moonless night
Martyrdom blood lays scattered on the summit of the Alps

Slain by the rightful angels
Graves trodden and deflowered
Blood flowing midst the vale
Smearing filth on Virgin chaste
Love morphosis into Wrath
Sowed oer their fields to triple

My love is gone-Stonehearted I cannot see
Fallen Angels-Come brood my nest
(Woeful Angels)

Flowing therein blood
Dwells legions of despair
Vital life to the hearts of woe
Eyes dim in dense mist
Ghouls that dwell in my wrath
That strips the Virgin’s corpse, sheer evil

Unseen I cannot see
When others saw day colors
Seeing only colorless hue, a black moonless night
Martyrdom blood lays scattered on the summit of the Alps