Holy forever

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!