Flowers singing beauty songs,
A group of wandering people,
speaking in an ancient language,
In tune to a trance.
A chanting towards the waters,
Harmonious to the end,
As all the clouded minds
of the twisted wretched cult
began their deep descent,
Into the sorrowful sea of suffering,
To forever change the sky waters
to a chilling blood-ruby red.
Their souls all sent to
the area where wrong is right,
Into the chambers of purgatory.