In the twilight of my demise, My blood shall flood the heavens,
And the tears of my sightless daughters, Shall flow into a sea of dead stars.

Weep for my wayward sons, Who extol the hunger of the beast.
With wickedness in their hearts, They shall devour their mother’s eyes, In pursuit of a false dawn.

As my children devour my body,
My love for them shall remain,
For the virtue of a mother’s mercy, Shall reign over cruel sorrows.