Prince of Darkness

Oh Prince of Darkness gilded gold
your heart to hatred you have sold
dispair is your path and lot
for the worship you have sought 

Into the fall you did man lead
through the veil of his need
through the heart of his last gift
the sting of sin in life did lift

And priceless love that flits beyond the grasp
and sing the sorrow of things lost long past
When mourn we for the loss of Love
and barred to the gates of heaven above

The aching heart spans within the time we wait
ever seeking for it's place the gardens state
to wish upon the morrow that we be born again
to innocence return and to be free from sin

Oh the bitter dregs and bitter lees
the life thats brought us to our knees
and broken are the wings that soar
with hopelessness in hearts that roar

Oh the flutes in dirge sing
and the pipes of shades do ring
sackcloth and ashes have become our clothes
when the truth of life's exposed

Dispair the earth is covered
by the god who's gilding hovers
darkness is recieved as light
So rules the king of night

The verdant plains are burned and scorched
shelter from the storms no more
and the skies above clothed black
to pay for all the things we lack

Death has become a living thing
there are no more songs to sing
payment for the sins we have allowed
ashes and sorrow are now our shroud

How this system of things erodes the soul
and the pursuits of it's desire black as coal
When noble men have died and gone
We mourn their loss in dirge and song

Like a painting you have framed yourself
and taken those who worship god with stealth
for one woman the angel fell
and many others does history tell

Crushed the spirit within denied
because a life of sin applied
the choice was always ours alone
the wraith of death has touched our bone

priestcraft has brought them down
til no hope of truth be found
Hatred for humans the name of his game
and hearts that burn within his shame

What looks good in outer shell
contains within the seeds of hell
Loyalty and honor things of the past
as he holds the world within his grasp

All things die in the realm of sin
an angels hand was the first begin
decieved was she who believed
knowing not the intent recieved

Book and candle you have placed in my hand
and light from their guidence I understand
the depth of darkness in minds that are locked
and hardness of heart where truth is blocked

Sources Gen. 3 Gen.6:1-11 Lam. Matt. 4:1-11 Rev. 12-17