The fulfillment of my endeavours
Upon which I fing 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 we be hosted by your presence
For thine is the wealth of souls
And the wisdom of the spirits
For thine is the fire
The illuminateds' sceptre
I shall wipe all blood 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