Expelled from shelter
Eden's gates are shut
The fading chorus of angels
Decays in sulphured air
LUNAR WREATHS UPON OUR CROWNS
Descent into brimstone valleys
Stumbling, crawling, blind
Spiteful winds to deafen
Lacerated hide
LUNAR WREATHS UPON OUR CROWNS
MOUTHS GAPE FOR ASTRAL LIGHT

Draw from springs of the garden
LUNAR WREATHS UPON OUR CROWNS
Stemming the flow of our wounds
LUNAR WREATHS UPON OUR CROWNS
MOUTHS GAPE FOR ASTRAL LIGHT