Only their hair blown by the wind covered their bodies time turns to rags skin hanging from bone rotting flesh darkest desolate bring back the head gnawing on the burial shroud dia mater mother Thealat takes what's hers to give angel in white accursed sacred clothed in garments made of blood new seed within the withered fruit she rots and ripens the sacred curse angel mother of death in the corner angel on high goddess maker of flesh her hands give blessings she receives the dead sacrificer in the field mara sacer anathemata juno lucina worms are breeding carna lares oceans of blood of dirt holy mother walk with me