In the forest of azure

a small voice pleads

as if trapped in an angel's wings

the voice is captured within its own solitude 

in the towering trees

the darkness engulfs and descends upon the poor

who are left in despair

And satan rings his bells

The gates of hell, unlock

To exchange virtue for vice

as a token of his eternal love

In the town the people, like mice, scurry

Who said he's so bad?

Where are the flooding treasures

The opulence and greed that are to await us

The illusion of fortune is the devil

and god's children lay their breast upon his decaying triton

follow our kind

to elysium fields

where the ethereal light shines 

like an opiate's heaven