Set the days for the primipara
Set the hours to the umbrage
Let the shadows scarificare
Quiescere hearts ov despair
Black spreads the abandoned sun
Quiescere star of defeat

Plough the seeds ov the bleeding womb
It’s only decided;
Little girl, child of eclipse
Emaciated nymph in heat

Let the shadows linger past the throne
Beneath the fields of burnt offerings
Dethroned in flesh, abandoned
Disfigured transmutation

Fury of a thousand falling suns
Her shades in grey admonish a subtle demise

A stroll through the gardens of hesperides
Her hate overwhelms a catharsis in guise

Greater than cochilis, bastions ov shamed shores
Commandeers ov blood sunk armada
Her might eyed to roar

Sunken hearts, let sink
Defected pawns, defect in seer

Sunken hearts, let sink
Collector of wounds, collect in fear

Gerasene demon, many a her
Swollen voices- “for, we are many”

Black spreads the abandoned eye
Inflamed host deceived
Amon, abaddon, abalon, azi!

Fallen throne left in decay
Swaying locks, stench in wait

Thinning feathers, shrieks from abyss
Swirling down the mouths in peace.