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