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