Risen From Below کے بول

Raising its horns Proudly lifting The hooves In denial of decay The Moon like a white rose glares Flowers of fear Fertility like a shadow Fading crimson My memories The Sun falls and the world grows dim ’Tell us, how will our end come? ‘Have you found your beginning That you are looking for the end? The end is where you started’ ’Tell us, how will our end come? ‘You who stand at the beginning You will know the end And not taste death Birth is pain-filled Death is rebirth Like a bloom withers at night Sleep until the Moon and stars die The pentagram, engraved and luminous A word of truth, the night star Burns aside the invisible Mystery, the shadow of the night From the earth is drawn the blood that’s risen from below