Holy Forever Caacrinolaas: My soul belongs to devil forever! With devil forever so I sold my soul ACT I. - HALLOWED BE THY DOME The Holy Holt: We deserve to be free! Now we are all devoted to almighty entity! Our god is so strong! We observe your grandeur - Your eternal essence... To be true, You bring forth shine of yours to us! Caacrinolaas: Oh, that hideous bonfire must be put out and not lit again! Caym: Aye hallowed be thy flame! The Holy Holt: But there's no dome to enter, There's no place where we can glorify aye-splendid holy holt! We deserve to be told, to be blessed the same way As you raise your hand to place your bless o'er thine such faithful flock our mighty lord! Caym: Come you will! Share and reign! We're to help to beautify you bright array! Hence we're your slaves and this way - day by day! Both Caym and Caacrinolaas (yet invisible): Dome appears! The towers rise! You've been heard to enter all this splendour and partake so proudly sacrifice we perform! It's your turn to enter new-born one with chanting 'hallowed by thy dome'! Caym: Hence your virtuous mass shall be almost like the sacred grove (within these holy walls) where GOD himself does dwell and reign among such saints which all you have become! Peter: One by one white stars sprang forth as the welkin turned to ghastly black! 'I will do as I see fit!'- roared each one of the mass nevertheless swarming forth the dome! 'I will do as I see fit!' - all the holy holt aflame chanted roaming forth the grey dome! ACT II. - UNDER LUCIFER'S UDDER Peter: Suddenly whole dome sunk into darkness, all doors shut so close behind my back. Feeling of curious kind came creeping across my heart ere I fainted and then deep into the mire breathing church came floating down as a dark mighty wings, - having thrown aside folds of grey-marble isle' gown: casements all cracked being quite unable to resist to that immense stream of soil was like furious and perfidious beast; broken glass all burst out laughing with covetous myriad of pale-gleaming blades - there's no escape as this was quite a narrow one for all the prisoners of sacred grove! 'With devil forever - howled poor fellows all around - we're possessed of our god as Satan having gone beyond the bounds of reason!' - 'That's season to feed bog with faithful meal' - roared imp-vortex uprooting those turning into tangled trees to throw 'em towards me! Down on your knees! Howling, screeching, crying and screaming - terror unhanded to usher and dance among livid faces, bloody traces they left upon fragrant and emerald grass so both the curse and the benediction mixed all in the whirlpool of death and faith it performs - there's no salvation - there is no remorse to expect midst the trees of that grove! Caacrinolaas: You deserve to feed quagmire, worship god in devil' guise you behold - the attire of a lonely star yet paralysed your eyes Oze: Trust thou shalt sink and bog down into that mire to arise reborn in faith... is bright as sun so leave that lair of your nothingness you did repudiate' Caacrinolaas: No word, no sword, no remorse to expel eternal curse placed hand hard o'er howling grove! Oze: Only the harmless can't but harm! Though deceit in sign I'll come! Press head hard 'gainst wooden wall: to the devil with your soul! His arm has grown long! Caacrinolaas: Not only faith but sprout so bright - shall arise its head and buds upon the ludicrous smiles - guess who you really are? Your sword belongs to shepherd's staff he holds so tight! Guess who you really are: bride or scarlet whore? Not only faith but sprout is so strong - you're no more! Not only bride in white but ludicrous whore... Guess who you really are? Not only acorn but whole oak shall appear! Embryo of faith shall devil-up deep within! Shall develop within! There's no thing you used to see. There's no angel to be free. There's no prophet to be true. There's no future waits for you! Peter: Nightmare has gone... Arose from the soil the marble floor under feet o' whole flock was reborn anew... was about to soar all over the mire; could not but do its best in vain - breathing pillars in screeching silence filled all the dome... again Caacrinolaas: Now behold as roots and branches struggle trough their skin! Natty vestments are all scales now they're possessed of faith is deep within! Pitch-dark night has flown adown to seize crowds aback - to reprove 'em and then to ransack midst the grief' trees all in bloom, beholding their aye unequalled virtue. Oze: Your lot might have been the same but this did not seem likely to happen... Yet the roots got entangled together high above your head! Caacrinolaas: You deserve to feed quagmire! Worship god in devil' guise you behold - the attire of morning star got paralysed your eyes Oze: Stay away! Behold that plunder ere you sell your soul to GOD his due. Time nears the end! Caacrinolaas: None the less you ought to be told: there's no future waits for you! ACT III. - WITH DEVIL FOREVER Both Caacrinolaas and Oze: Hast thou been becoming more wooden than before since the arrival of thine? Dost thou feel like glorifying the ancient ae because of this unrecognisable mime? Caacrinolaas to Caym: Thou art nothing but doomed stratum of thine ever-sacred grove; an object of derision thou hast fallen in so cruel love with - and lo, how fond thou art of assuming this immortal godly guise. Enticing one - to be alive aspiring to share such disguise! Perplexed, thou stare at wooden masses - try to guess or recognise... To be exact - we know but none hath it as yet realised! Guess who they really are - they stand before thee like opposite shore? What did their modest company look like before? But hardly knowing what thou didst obsessively thou got opened wide the pits of hell so made believe to worry our prophecies... Trees all around thee... the trees, the trees, the trees Thou spread your wings, eager to see our fall - We'll spread our wings, eager to dive into the sea of the eternal... chaos! We'll roar our rhymes, eager to contradict thine song in spite of all contorted smiles of thine! We are to chase thee up 'till thou art dead! We shall ride the beast of thine tonight! Lo! Satan he was named. We shall ride the beast tonight O! Hold on to your head: HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD! HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD! HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!