And the gates were open
On the beauty he could see
Through he could see the dark, rich grass
Waterfalls streaming through the heavens

The exotic fruits dropping from the trees
Birds whispering cheers into the brisk breeze
White angels call "come forth through father"
"Your holy ways have brought you to this day"
Cold hands pushed him forward
And the gates closed behind him...forever

A once blue sky turned dark red
Grass shriveled quickly now dry and dead
Hollow trees stared with eyes
The scent of life now has died

His holy cross melted into his chest
Demons carried him to the sky
Deep into the mountains to the castle of Istar
Thrown into a dungeon surrounded by death

Through a window he could see his lord
Tortured, beaten, impaled and torn

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