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