Given secrets,stolen moments
Collapsed,the walls of time
A vow made and so the story began
'The Great Hands forming the ancient colours of the world'. It was time.

One fallen,one forced to dwell,one obliged to serve, for good
Remains cursed,remains bound over emotion,remains divine

Blood and desire hunters hovering around
Lovers in sacred bed knitting their dreams
Shining lights fulfilling holy promises

Dark as starless nights,blasphemous,the fallen one
Passionate,so delicate,trembling with unbearable desires,the promised one.
Timeless,eternal messengers,the heavenly one.

Once cast out,the fall remains untouched.
Twice spread out,the seeking goes to the ends of the world.
Three times invoked,the holy service is eternal.