Procreator of the stillborn kin
Caress the flame I carry within
So it may my loyal hands guide
And allow the spear to strike with pride
Shroud this world with your veil
May it have an everlasting reign
One with the opposer, the light's bane
Followers of the golden carriage wail
Under the light of a dying star I kneel
Raising the chalice for my mother to fill
Possesed yet blessed the vow I seal
So the truth I may taste and illusions kill
In dreams, to her I am drawn close
Now until forever, true to what I chose
On dying soil blood will be shed
Following the path few dare to tread
Great temptress of the darkened skies
Appear once more before my eyes
It's for your left hand I reach
so that I may the barriers breach
Under the light of a dying star I kneel
Raising the chalice for my mother to fill
Possesed yet blessed the vow I seal
So the truth I may taste and illusions kill
Seduced by her, the serpent rise, to claim the prize
Pushing through the gate, to seal the fate, in her glorious chamber

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