The Lyrics to Innocent Hearts, Untouched by Angels by H.E.R.R., from the album Vondel's Lucifer:
Strolling through Eden... the first morning of creation.
The Sun casts it's celestial eye across our gleaming skin.
Here we are, two of us - male and female.
Once part of the cosmic egg, as laid by the golden bird.
And then split asunder into two complementary units.
We are the primal couple, the parents of humanity.
Innocent hearts, untouched by angels.
The mother and the father, who stands naked in the womb of paradise.
The him-her and the her-him, the anima and the animus.
Lovers forged upon the perpetual wheels of time.
Here, in the garden, we live out our pure and unsullied existence.
God-wrapped in a cocoon of living this ecstasy and joy.
Living, breathing effigies formed in the likeness of the master of the universe.
Our souls reflecting his glory, through optical windows of wonder and amazement.
Both endless and timeless, we are forever immersed in a glow of idyllic perfection.
Our loneliness vanquished by a deep and sustained love.
And there, behind the tree, where the coiled serpent lies waiting,
The master of temptation quivers with mischief,
Spits out his deceitful mantras.
And there, behind the tree, where the coiled serpent lies waiting,
The master of temptation quivers with mischief,
Spits out his deceitful mantras.
Tongue flicking, like an incarnation of Kaa at the dawn of the world.
As Eve - fair Eve - like Mowgli before her, is seduced by the hypnotic lullaby of damnation.
One small bite for man, one huge consequence for mankind.
The forbidden fruit, that now enslaves us for all eternity.
The burden of sin, that now shames us for all time.
The skies open and fallen angels come down to ravage the daughters of Eve.
Their innocence sundered to the uncontrollable lust of the Elohim.
As trampled amid the broken stems and scattered petals of this ruined utopia,
Our garden, our lovely garden,
Becomes a guilt-ridden shrine for the gloating purveyors of religious hypocrisy.
Becomes a guilt-ridden shrine for the gloating purveyors of religious hypocrisy.
From this moment on mankind is saddled with shame and humiliation.
Branded like cattle, with the perpetual stench of heresy.
Chained to the rack,
For the sadistic merriment of the inquisitor and the witchfinder general.
Whispering forced confessions, into unsympathetic priestly ears.
For the sadistic merriment of the inquisitor and the witchfinder general.
Whispering forced confessions, into unsympathetic priestly ears.
Innocent hearts, now stained with blood.
Stained…with blood.
