Your Father wasn’t who he claimed to be
Once was a god, he was like fruit so sweet
But rotten he suffered, falling far from me

I came upon a meadow, I asked him to meet
And his face no more I could bear to stand
So underground I forced him to retreat

Having nowhere to go, no air, sea, or land
Before Valhalla’s court, its own dispatchers
For none alive would henceforth he surround

Blazing fights from demons in heaven’s dead pasture
No beast from the underworld left unspared
Protected the light from darkened chapters

Then one day the gods had declared
That he was no longer to remain in sorrow
The gates of hell he ruined, never repaired

Then in that field under a tree of willow
I saw him there, a broken soul in his eyes
I fell in love again, my heart so hollow

Years grew cold and I dreamed of his demise
I reached back and undid what was history
And he never began in Valhalla to reside

Without his curse evil came with mystery
Ruing the day when he once was man
Because no longer did he have his victory

So back I went to when it had begun
And gave him the life I took at a cost
And unfolding what history had rerun

So at my death I know what was lost
And now I know because all this I see
And love the life I have uncrossed