Mournful Congregation - Empirical Choirs lyrics

The voice of a choir, echoes unto me With resplendence, a pa**age of moonlight Trickles slowly across the forest floor Through many branches, reaching out to the stars I gaze, I wander through the vastness Of the nightshade, desiring nothing A journey of darkening begins Innermost pleasures must cease Forbearers behold Our divine descent hath turned And the retrieval of purity Within my heart shall become