Bleak prudence, bleaker grace

Amidst from these venomish losses

Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses

We have grasped we have honoured

Though we seduce envied secrets

Apart we breath the true...

Sons of Hades

So, we inherit this flock

And it's stone cold desire

Winged lashes ablazed

and sat these fragments afire

Then erased the true

Sons of Hades

We had one soul

Who - while it was ours -

in it's duty and obediance gave us this.

Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautyfied

Our laughters was spoken for

The eagles went away

And the goddess of thorns

was our prudent flame

Fearless we deny the sweet shepards love

and his buried heart

As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father

and his pale senses