She concealed you from herself<br />
When wells opened their arms<br />
And water flooded the world<br />
Firmament trembled<br />
And she was waiting<br />
For the right time to come<br />
You have inherited ties<br />
And when the sky turn red by blood<br />
You will come down to her<br />
There is lust circulating in your veins<br />
Embrace her<br />
She is the Earth<br />
Death is seed for her<br />
Mihi mori lucrum