Oh purity, oh your hope,

How merciful you are, 

That the trees sing for my long-forsaken name, 

And that, though abandoned to sea or sky, 

Their love forgives your sins. How i believe your lie was truth,

How i believe truth was lost.

So no souls could replicate those pristine white stars, so no creature could hurt your hope.Your call was near, but the whispers could not hear it, and the hymns began to fade away like the whisper of trees. Sweet perfume, take my hand, let no soul know.