Paradise is lost The sun is fallen Truth is known Yet its way is obscured Bitter harvests now replace Immaculate conception And tears flow, from eyes That willed to see There is no victory in the outter realms No reward in desolation Oh to return from whence we have fallen To taste of fruit unforbidden The garden has grown barren And its hedgerow high Who can restore its splendor Who is worthy I know noneβ¦..