The Fall Of Archaic Heaven

I remember this world being so young

And the land dressed in silvery gown

The Seven Moons, like proud giants

Were glittering on scented empyrean

With light came darkness, shivering shades

The clawed demons of night, waiting for their prey

Life born from the dead loam's clod

A wingless bird, terrae filius

Horns blared out and an array of angels

Decended from celestial welkin

Presented to greet a mortal creature

The child of a borning world

The being rose and burst out in laugh

A mortal god, terrae filius

....That was the beginning...

The fall of archaic heaven, the rise of mankind