Bleak, forlorn, our sulphur-blazing refuge,
no haven of wisdom was gained, no light
shone upon our search for celestial knowledge
upon the quest for a celestial throne.
Suffering we are, tristful and torn,
unspoken, the grand guilt of heaven and
the guilt that remains, a scar on the ones
who tasted the fruit ere to the mortal hand.
But as long as the earthly tides will turn,
as long as lunar light is spread on earth
and the solar one is given birth
our strength remains, our anger dwells.
For havoc we found, and humiliation once,
let no more night pass on this burned ground,
rebellion, unleashed and unbound,
shall be what we are hungering for.
And He shalt find his nemesis
beneath Lethes blackened stream.
