Shone the sign, shone the star Wed on vile faith From the cradle of dust and war Rose prophetess pure unlaid Celestial whore, virgin goddess
Daughter of deceivers Mother of unbelievers
When gods of any child Any child of nine Turn to worship their kin as divine Truth that frees no soul What is shorn atones no vow What is born is forever lost
Childbride riding the red ropes From these grins the fate was sung Against these throats the promise broke Marked with duskblood and seum In sacred forgiveness defile goddess
What is binding must be shorn As will fire retaliate in kind Never been a flame without a thorn So must light reveal and blind
