There is darkness abound in these halls
Shadows, velvet black, form the surrounding walls
Light struggles vainly to pierce the ebon' folds
But the dark swallows all, in black- shrouded the fortress holds.
The cloud of ash, the burn of flame
It's all a part of this hellish game.
The thing that looks, is not always the same
And the spiraling world lays down in shame.
How can it hold itself up high?
When wings are torn off, it cannot fly
And the Heavens are cast into Purgatory
And the tear-stain scars of Angels tell their story.
Weep, weep for heavenly grace
Gone and sullied by this place.
What is this evil that we face?
It is Pravitas, beast of deprivation
King and bringer of the Kingdom Desolation.
It tears and darkens and scars
In silence, invisible, it mars
And holds the mouth quiet with bittersweet cloth
Encouraging despair, dividedness, and sloth.
The darkness is it's drapery
And in its folds all protests are papery
Swallowed by the surrounding dark.