Here they lay within our arms
Caressing this darkest purge
Honing the darkness pure,
Bleeding the nether free
[Under an earthen stone
She of cloak and crown]
She of blackened steel
Blessed be unto her
Her soul, the naked blade
The color of darkest lochs
Her temperance, the hilt
Forged from silver winters
[Time is but a breath,
Age thus comes and goes]
A pitiful mortal coil
You and yours, mortal man
Embrace her immortality,
The nether three, nocturne sisters
They are the sentient circle,
The meeting point to the end |
