"...As for the Prince of darkness it was said his days were numbered the old legend that psychopomp whose fire opened the eyes of the children of the darkness only to destroy the light which shone his way.
Foretold his time would come Jaluga wants patiently considering himself under the stars that number our world.
As the night wears on the mornings power stays restless in their midst the moon holds sway. A sweeping wind a son full blaze his time is now a purple haze.
Blessed is the fruit of the garden of paradise bountiful on earth there shall be children of the darkness the morning, the light, will set us free."
Bread of heaven?!