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I am the One who bore the Sun!

Adorned with crown, granted by Dawn.

In its majesty and its terror,

Thrown to shadows, once fulfilled!

Down in the dust, dark dreams twist.

Souls rendered, to unknown forms.

Barren Earth, enriched with Death.

Fertile flowers nourished, given breath.

Impaled on spires of sharp stone,

Yearning to ascend to the surface!

I hunger for my revival!

I will rise, from the ashes!

FROM THE ASHES!

I will claim what should be mine,

The realms of Men and Gods!

All blood, will be spilt,

BE SPILT!

The Moon will not shine!

The Stars, blinded!

The Sun will not rise!

With this, I make my decree!

Thou who hath sent the python,

To devour, all I have!

I defy your serpentine chains!

My children, free from your grasp!

The Wife curses the Mistress.

A patriarch, absolved and recused,

And a wretched misplacement of blame.

Children of the bow, my burden!

A blight upon your kingdom!

A false and cruel pantheon!

A slave to my own shell!

A slave to gods of greed!

TO GODS OF GREED!

The Moon will not shine!

The Stars, blinded!

The Sun will not rise!

Thus, I make my decree!

How many graves must you dig?

How many bodies must you stack?

Reduced to a broodmare...

LET OUR ARROWS FLY!