Oratorio

I. Precision

Towers in dahlia blowing evermore into the mists

A cloud everlasting trading an idea

Alas the poison has stung the lungs and the hearts of the sky

Peace and a precise measure of the beats

Rhythmic melodies in a color fold

Tied to the rolling sounds in an insignia for the dye

II. Regalia Part 1

Play a paradigm as a paragon

The polygon brands the satelite 

III. Decisive Arpeggio en Sol

The gardens all are faded

The color has all gone

The wierding trial has perished

In a flaring stare of dawn

Touching the ivory statuette

With the piper along the shore

Several notes for the bishops and popes

Cold was the air brushing passed the door

Status high stoned behind the sky

Alas a civil war of the conscience

Laughing in a diminished 

Sour and sweetened carrilon

Coronets screaming their azure scorn

As the thunder creases amid the storm

And the world has been born

And the mold has been formed

Quenched by the desert rain

As the dunes rise

In the lavender eyes

IV. Regalia Part 2

In pursuit of the palace

The pawn spots his foe

V. The Procession 

Doves in the silver shade

Cranes blackened by the light

The ravens observe the fall

Collect their call

At the aves ball