The temple of the goddess

Must not be disturbed
By the cloud's tears sweet caress
That stain her temple red
And Dread fills the priestess

The marks of the heavens cover its walls
Cracks and scratches cover the stone
The goddess sits tall
At the top on no throne.
She holds back the demons that cause us to fall

She begs and pleads
To suffer no more
She knows that she needs
An escape door
The demons cut her as she bleeds

The original priestess
Has seen the wall stained red
She knows the caress
Everything is disturbed
In the temple of the Goddess