Holy Forever

Holy Forever

Caacrinolaas:

My soul belongs to devil forever!

With devil forever so I sold my soul

ACT I. - HALLOWED BE THY DOME

The Holy Holt:

We deserve to be free!

Now we are all devoted to almighty entity!

Our god is so strong!

We observe your grandeur -

Your eternal essence...

To be true,

You bring forth shine of yours to us!

Caacrinolaas:

Oh, that hideous bonfire must be put out

and not lit again!

Caym:

Aye hallowed be thy flame!

The Holy Holt:

But there's no dome to enter,

There's no place where we can glorify

aye-splendid holy holt!

We deserve to be told,

to be blessed the same way

As you raise your hand to place your bless

o'er thine such faithful flock our mighty lord!

Caym:

Come you will! Share and reign!

We're to help to beautify you bright array!

Hence we're your slaves and this way - day by day!

Both Caym and Caacrinolaas (yet invisible):

Dome appears!

The towers rise!

You've been heard to enter all this splendour

and partake so proudly sacrifice

we perform!

It's your turn to enter new-born one

with chanting 'hallowed by thy dome'!

Caym:

Hence your virtuous mass

shall be almost like the sacred grove

(within these holy walls)

where GOD himself does dwell and reign

among such saints which all you have become!

Peter:

One by one white stars sprang forth

as the welkin turned to ghastly black!

'I will do as I see fit!'-

roared each one of the mass

nevertheless swarming forth the dome!

'I will do as I see fit!' -

all the holy holt aflame chanted

roaming forth the grey

dome!

ACT II. - UNDER LUCIFER'S UDDER

Peter:

Suddenly whole dome sunk into darkness,

all doors shut so close behind my back.

Feeling of curious kind

came creeping across my heart

ere I fainted and then

deep into the mire

breathing church came floating down

as a dark mighty wings, -

having thrown aside folds of grey-marble isle' gown:

casements all cracked being quite unable to resist

to that immense stream of soil

was like furious and perfidious beast;

broken glass all burst out laughing

with covetous myriad of pale-gleaming blades -

there's no escape as this was quite a narrow one

for all the prisoners of sacred grove!

'With devil forever -

howled poor fellows all around -

we're possessed of our god as Satan

having gone beyond the bounds of reason!' -

'That's season to feed bog with faithful meal' -

roared imp-vortex

uprooting those turning into tangled trees

to throw 'em towards me!

Down on your knees!

Howling, screeching, crying and screaming -

terror unhanded to usher and dance among

livid faces, bloody traces

they left upon fragrant and emerald grass so

both the curse and the benediction

mixed all in the whirlpool

of death and faith it performs -

there's no salvation -

there is no remorse to expect

midst the trees of that grove!

Caacrinolaas:

You deserve to feed quagmire,

worship god in devil' guise

you behold - the attire of a lonely star

yet paralysed your eyes

Oze:

Trust thou shalt

sink and bog down into that mire

to arise reborn in faith...

is bright as sun

so leave that lair of your nothingness

you did repudiate'

Caacrinolaas:

No word,

no sword,

no remorse

to expel eternal curse

placed hand hard o'er howling grove!

Oze:

Only the harmless can't but harm!

Though deceit in sign I'll come!

Press head hard 'gainst wooden wall:

to the devil with your soul!

His arm has grown long!

Caacrinolaas:

Not only faith but sprout

so bright - shall arise

its head and buds upon the ludicrous smiles -

guess who you really are?

Your sword belongs to shepherd's staff

he holds so tight!

Guess who you really are:

bride or scarlet whore?

Not only faith but sprout is so strong -

you're no more!

Not only bride in white but ludicrous whore...

Guess who you really are?

Not only acorn but whole oak shall appear!

Embryo of faith shall devil-up deep within!

Shall develop within!

There's no thing you used to see.

There's no angel to be free.

There's no prophet to be true.

There's no future waits for you!

Peter:

Nightmare has gone...

Arose from the soil the marble floor

under feet o' whole flock was reborn anew...

was about to soar

all over the mire;

could not but do its best in vain -

breathing pillars in screeching silence

filled all the dome...

again

Caacrinolaas:

Now behold as roots and branches struggle

trough their skin!

Natty vestments are all scales

now they're possessed of faith is deep within!

Pitch-dark night has flown adown

to seize crowds aback -

to reprove 'em and then to ransack

midst the grief' trees all in bloom,

beholding their aye unequalled virtue.

Oze:

Your lot might have been the same

but this did not seem likely to happen...

Yet the roots got entangled together

high above your head!

Caacrinolaas:

You deserve to feed quagmire!

Worship god in devil' guise

you behold - the attire of morning star

got paralysed your eyes

Oze:

Stay away! Behold that plunder

ere you sell your soul to GOD his due.

Time nears the end!

Caacrinolaas:

None the less you ought to be told:

there's no future waits for you!

ACT III. - WITH DEVIL FOREVER

Both Caacrinolaas and Oze:

Hast thou been becoming

more wooden than before

since the arrival of thine?

Dost thou feel like glorifying the ancient ae

because of this unrecognisable mime?

Caacrinolaas to Caym:

Thou art nothing but doomed stratum

of thine ever-sacred grove;

an object of derision thou hast fallen in so cruel love

with - and lo, how fond thou art of assuming

this immortal godly guise.

Enticing one -

to be alive aspiring to share such disguise!

Perplexed, thou stare at wooden masses -

try to guess or recognise...

To be exact -

we know but none hath it as yet realised!

Guess who they really are -

they stand before thee like opposite shore?

What did their modest company look like before?

But hardly knowing what thou didst

obsessively thou got opened wide the pits of hell

so made believe to worry our prophecies...

Trees all around thee...

the trees, the trees, the trees

Thou spread your wings, eager to see our fall -

We'll spread our wings,

eager to dive into the sea of the eternal... chaos!

We'll roar our rhymes,

eager to contradict thine song

in spite of all contorted smiles of thine!

We are to chase thee up 'till thou art dead!

We shall ride the beast of thine tonight!

Lo! Satan he was named.

We shall ride the beast tonight

O! Hold on to your head:

HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!

HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!

HE SEEMS TO BE DEAD!