6 July 2012
Ancient one sleeping, waiting to arise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The Mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed
Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark night
Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat
Night • Opuss № I