mot jordkarnans brinnande valv
om henne jag talt inget mer
ty om moderns visdom sjunga
drack dess livssaft sa het
ilskan kloste och mitt hjarta brann
da ristade jag mitt skinn
drack dess livssaft sa het
a thousand and thirty steps
towards the burning chambers of the deep
then appeared the mother of the deep
of the mothers wisdom sings
i arose and felt the cold
under the crescent of the moon
and drank its lifeblood so warm
like the embers of the deep
rage slashing and heart burning
the time of vengeance has come
was the shape of vengeance
the name of the ancient god
the name of the ancient god
under the crescent of the moon
and drank its lifeblood so warm
like the embers of the deep