Across the strait we come to her, beyond the vale
Mother of all in slumber deep
The axe is hid no more the din of bloodshed rings
Unveil her face to cleanse our minds
Bathed in light and now to bathe in holy sea
And seek the wisdom of the doomed
So comes the priest adorned in blood and fresh cut flesh
By water’s edge we gather at dusk
Woe
Has come to us
Black smoke
Burns my eyes
Enthroned was he
The god of ash
With blood of rime
And eyes of gold
Have they left
Their wayward spawn
To burn?
Cower, tremble
Incinerate, burn
Scrape the soil, rot
Hang thy head, and weep
The ceaseless wheel, crushing
Turns and grinds, burning
Your oak to ash
Mother of all in slumber deep
The axe is hid no more the din of bloodshed rings
Unveil her face to cleanse our minds
Bathed in light and now to bathe in holy sea
And seek the wisdom of the doomed
So comes the priest adorned in blood and fresh cut flesh
By water’s edge we gather at dusk
Woe
Has come to us
Black smoke
Burns my eyes
Enthroned was he
The god of ash
With blood of rime
And eyes of gold
Have they left
Their wayward spawn
To burn?
Cower, tremble
Incinerate, burn
Scrape the soil, rot
Hang thy head, and weep
The ceaseless wheel, crushing
Turns and grinds, burning
Your oak to ash
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