The Fall Of Archaic Heaven

Even Song

I remember this world being so young 
And the land dressed in silvery gown 
The Seven Moons, like proud giants 
Were glittering on scented empyrean 
With light came darkness, shivering shades 
The clawed demons of night, waiting for their prey 
Life born from the dead loam's clod 
A wingless bird, terrae filius 
Horns blared out and an array of angels 
Decended from celestial welkin 
Presented to greet a mortal creature 
The child of a borning world 
The being rose and burst out in laugh 
A mortal god, terrae filius 
....That was the beginning... 
The fall of archaic heaven, the rise of mankind


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