A shadow in the garden of darkness

In the year of 1859 Born was a shadow of light In garden where the darkness grew In the garden of sophisticated lies In the realm of ever reigning gloom Where the gardeners trimed the vines Born was a shadow and regal he grew A majestic silhouette to dim their night Oh, dark was the carpet woven Flawed was their perfect design A tapestry destined to be torn One truth and their kingdom was no more A shadow in the garden of darkness One of a light as dark as the heart of the night A shadow born in the garden of lies One of a light as dark as the heart of the night Their garden was of such a delightful darkness Such a relief for eyes that never wanted to see And the less they saw, the more they believed A shadow in the garden of darkness! An empire of eternal lies By the flare of a thought watch it ignite the skyline An aeon of enslavement and strife Like bonfires temple flames lick the night sky Oh, dark was the carpet woven Flawed was their perfect design A tapestry destined to be torn Oh A shadow in the garden of darkness One of a light as dark as the heart of the night A shadow born in the garden of lies One of a light as dark as the heart of the night There can be nothing darker Than a night presented to be the day There can be nothing fouler Than the lie in the guise of truth The truth