The absence of the white light
Drapes the easternight in black
Shadows devour the silent garden of tombs
Time is right for the desecration rites
In the garden once silent
Whispers can be heard
Unspeakable words
Litanies of evil
Evil walk with me
In the garden once holy
Now desecrated and stained
Semen runs on the hallowed ground
Into the mouths of the blessed
Semen for the blessed desecrated the dead
In the garden once silent
Whispers can be heard