Behold, she is coming with the clouds
And going with the wind.
She tears down the walls of heaven
And brings us maladies.
All the tribes of the earth kneel before her
And speak her name with grace.
She haunts the earthly palace
And takes us in her arms.
I have the keys of life and death.
I am the monarch of the seven stars.
I scatter the storms all over the world.
I bring the sun into your hearts.
Behold, she is coming like a thief
With a mouth full of honey & blood.
She casts down the clouds of sorrow
The wicked fall under her strength.
She will give freely to him who is thirsty
from the spring of the water of life.
Like a tree planted by the streams of water
That brings forth its fruits of joy.
The skies - are ashen and cold
The nights have unfold
The wings of the plagues.
So call - the sweet memories
And save the green leaves
From the grip of the cold.
Whose leaf also does not wither.
Whatever she does shall prosper.
