Imprisoned In Gurdon — Vesperian Sorrow

Torches erected for the muse of the wicked Columns projected for appeasance of wrath Designating sculptures for intrinsic selections Decadent arches, for a profane epitaph

Cyclonic delusions lead the clan to entrapment Betrayal by the ones sworn to allegiance Entrusted yet questioned they head towards Gurdon False eyes are looming above the fortified towers

Captured and tortured the innocence is pillaged Raping of thoughts to steal the soul enraged

Carnival of amusement of devoured beliefs Flesh is the canvas in which the art is carved Indulging in sick sadistic offerings The Gurdonians glutton for pleasure of those

With embracing faces the Lintar is set assail Winds gust the floating containment across Agdu The foggy haze conceals the hiding captures Shackles are silent by the sounds of the Trivol

Exposed in naked dress for all to indulge Deprived of morals, molested and depraved

Distant cries of ancient rhymes Awaken the slumbering heathens Summoning screams, enchanting dreams Reverse the birth of all seasons A creed is a truth unfounded A crown is bore in the night All religions surrounded Bred from the sight of thy might