Grief, Grief unspoken, Grief in halls of the fallen Swords against shields Wail sorrows worth Echo in bones Drums upending very earth Hearths from stones
First fall, hail on white shores Rain carmine, benign winds did tore Song heeds, call of the storm Her sails are raised to war
For the sun, for the moon For the frozen womb, For the fire that barren blooms Ride the flame, ride the serpent Madness without bridle Will unleashed For the rising horned idol Ride the woman ride the beast
For the waves to come And sea without a shore For the storm before the calm Wailing deep throates roar
