Mother standing on eight pillars and yet a shade covers your face, womb of all fears. My blood, your venom and the mirror shatters as I feel your grow within me, as I become thee. The sun will rise again once together we have bled, dead to the earth, reborn in fire. Fallen, you shall rise a servant of the One. Mother watching with a thousand eyes and yet a shade covers your face, keeper of Death. In my fall you ascend, another piece of the world dies as I feel your temple within me, devouring all The sun will rise again once together we have bled, dead to the earth, reborn in fire. Fallen, you shall rise a servant of the One. For every sword that falls, two more shall rise. For every son you birth, two more shall die. The venom in our blood is the tie that binds, the fire burns within your heart and mine.