Blackened skies make way for lost wings, an emaciated existance shed in the realms of cosmic disarray/
Hope butchered, madness astray! where angels and heathen pervade within the holy betray
Of shadows and orchids, withered at the deciding hands of oblivion {that reduce all}
Of ravan

Set the days for the primipara
Set the hours to the umbrage
Let the shadows scarificare
Quiescere hearts ov despair
Black spreads the abandoned sun
Quiescere star of defeat

Plough the seeds ov the bleeding womb
It's only decided;
Little girl, child of eclipse