Palladian virtue
White gloves suspending time
Crystal flowers pausing opulence
From the plain beyond
Changing tides approaching
Preserve on the last chime
A thousand voices bellowed all so near
As the last grain dies

In the garden of time
Petals playing point and crime

As the countess clasps you
Stone hands protecting hime
Harpsichord still echoes ominous
Through chaotic minds
Floral angst in fair view
Lavish lovers now entwined
Entwined together now as we
Watch liberty die

In the garden of time
Petals playing point and crime