Open the mouth of ages nocturnalized
For so long was the silence of Her
Bloodtears of unspoken suffering

Meander down Her wrinkled cheeks

Her woods - are my limbs

Her soil - is my flesh
Her oceans - my blood
Her mountains - my shrines


So cold is Her glance
And even colder Her touch

She bleeds upon us
Her gore infected


From thousand wounds She bleeds
Even in anguish She's so sublime


For all Her rivers - are my veins
Her nucleus - my heart
That feels the pain, for She cries

Yet, Her wisdom still sublime in my eyes
... my watery eyes


Her final breath shall erase the vultures

I reach through the maelstrom of the chaos prime

To summon the twilight of all divinities to come
Now behold the colossal stronghold of night
The coronation and enthronement of the ancient might


Their idols' severed heads shall be Her reward
After the last of the angels succumb to Her sword