Rotting, yet everlasting queen of the black arts
Alluring, yet burning nauds you cast upon the filthy breed
Oh, mother of malice, evil staves, corroding seed
Queen reaper, winding the scythe of anti-cosmos
The skies shatter in your very frozed breath of eight
The earth shakes and fall in your very gaze of ten
Assiduous queen: Spirit of legions and wrathful men
You are flames, you are smoke, destruction in the eyes of the foe
Terrible
Immortal
