Silent on this winter night, falling from my father's eyes
Desperately I shun the light, beckoning the demon's cries.
Temples built of land and stone crashing to that very soil,
Now ruined just like broken bones the monastery plot is foiled.

"Hear me father, hear my cries, for have burnt this house of lies.
Deliver me to prosperity and free me of this anarchy."
But silent remains this winter night.
My weapons brandished as I rue the song of angels.

No men nor women, elders nor children.
Pile what remains onto the pyre.
a drought of emotions as vast as the oceans.
The dust and ash curve into gyres.

"Hear me father, hear my plight, for I have rid you of mankind
Deliver me your sanctity and rid me of severity."
But silent remains the empty skies.
My faith has vanished as I rue the song of angels.

I am the Adam of this land bereft of life
and the Eve of my death enkindles every night.
Even in my Eden I'm haunted in secrecy,
as serpents and saviors wage battles over me.

"Oh father take your light and serpents take your darkness
for neither deserves the soul rotting in my carcass."
And silent remained the knight,
as he rode off on his steed and rued the song of angels.

~Déal~