The Fields of Paradise Lay Sewn With Salt

The Fields Of Paradise Lay Sewn With Salt

Moonlight illuminates the sacred ground
White magicians assemble
Solstice winds chill the bones
Sacred relics are home to intercourse

The homes of mice become those of rats
Aloud, fallacious chants pollute the sky
Vermin and filth are summoned to the altar
Their gods are aroused through incest

Stone slabs bear no use
The holy mistress fractures hallowed worships

Paradise has been razed
It's denizens lay slain
Luscious fields sewn with salt

Sacrifices strive to mythical gods
But the gods stand weaker than mortal men
The triple goddess is raped
Witches watch as nature burns

Undead chariots strain across the land
Nature worshippers weep blood
The stench of scorched earth tinges the senses
Beloved creations are incinerated

Forests exist only in ashes
Sacred ground perishes
Enchanters fail to invoke fallen gods

Magicians shriek in pain
Forgotten torments are awakened
Ancient books are torn apart

Magic circle shrinks
Final moments in ritual suicide

Stories of folklore fail to pass down
Fictitious heroes remain forgotten

Water becomes replaced with wilt
Astral havens fall from the stars
The argute paradise is complete
Flesh pours into the streams
The ground is aligned with corpses
Goddesses remain infertile