Grief,
 Grief unspoken,
 Grief in halls of the fallen
 Swords against shields
 Wail sorrows worth
 Echo in bones
 Drums upending very earth
 Hearths from stones
 
 First fall, hail on white shores
 Rain carmine, benign winds did tore
 Song heeds, call of the storm
 Her sails are raised to war
 
 For the sun, for the moon
 For the frozen womb,
 For the fire that barren blooms
 Ride the flame, ride the serpent
 Madness without bridle
 Will unleashed
 For the rising horned idol
 Ride the woman ride the beast
 
 For the waves to come
 And sea without a shore
 For the storm before the calm
 Wailing deep throates roar