Queen Of Those Below

Remove the borders and bounds
Kneel before the blessed
Become formless in deformities
And hold me, hold me now

Curvature may have no end, the mass shall act towards
Will dew fall on the ground beneath the coldness stilling?

Directed at the blackness, a red path is rising
Light ray of defenselessness can take me into relief

Great ones, untouchable stellar pale face of the Moon
Spiraling into itself on Anti-Cosmic ways of Doom

I have watched the dew falling on the blackened ground of Void
I have felt myself crawling on the lower side of the matter