The fulfillments of my endeavours
Upon which I find horizons
Come forward and uncover
...purity unfailing...
...unfailing...
My entreaty is unsung no more
Woe unto ourselves
And weakness for our gods
Descending erevos
And black stars arise
On behalf of the wept ones
May be hosted by your presence
For thine is the wealth of souls
And the wisdom of the spirits
For thine is the fire
The illuminated's sceptre
I shall wipe all blood from my eyes
The tears of my shame
I acknowledge our unity
The promise has been made
Woe unto ourselves
And weakness for our gods
Descending erevos
And black stars arise
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