The Birth Of Death

The birth of death recounteth the forsaking of the Goddess's warm embrace
As the Moon doth eclipse her light, all hail the ascent of the lightless king
The Child doth purge the lamb of the first born sin
O'Mother, why hast thou forsaken us in our hour of need?
As damnation the only to our release?
Transcending both Sun and Moon, rebirth the perfect being
Enveloped in the embrace of cold tragedy

O'hallowed Queen, whose light we fear
In shadowed warmth, we thee dear
By Sun and flame, by earth and womb
Guide us 'fore the coming gloom