Divinity'S Descent

Breaths of wind by a phantom chorus,
Sung onto your skin's the melody of Olympus.
Lovingly, the touch of a Fury
Bites and binds with the braids of prophecy.
Nectar of dawn drips on mountain's lips,
Mirrors of flight clouded by the Styx.

Reflections of your godhood fractured by descent (ah, a-ah)

Tremors of shades stir their cries beneath,
Cerulean graves where redemption lies asleep.
Absolution tastes of silver sun,
Darkness and night is the child of defiance.
Murals of life etched in Lethe's spine,
Elysian fate, born in paradise

Reflections of your godhood fractured by descent,
Is forever good enough to forget?