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Scorn

Dark clouds of rage

Fill up the sky,

Back in anger, she descends on us

Behold the one

Hail to the mother of a thousand young

Put to the test

Shamefully failed

The gods gather for their sacrifice

Shame on the three

Hail to the righter of a thousand wrongs

Hail to the mother of a thousand young

Teacher of gods

Maker of kings

Hail to the righter of a thousand wrongs

Fallen despots

Stripped of their might

Oh!

Change them

Alter their marrow, their shape,

One by one

Elementals

Back to their primal essence

One by one

Oh mother,

All-knowing keeper of truth,

Lessen our shame

End our guilt

We do repent

Your ire

Shall be softened by our pain

Lessen our shame

We do repent

End our guilt

Please do relent

In vain

No answer was heard

Echoes

Their laments fade away

They prayed

But the curse was sealed

Deprived

Of forgiveness, they prayed

In vain

Disembodied

And reduced to their primal essence

Wrath

Lightning and rain,

And serpent egg was their decadence

Wrath

hail to the one

Hail to the mother of a thousand young

Hail to the mother of a thousand young

Teacher of gods

Maker of kings

Hail to the righter of a thousand wrongs

Fallen despots

Stripped of their might

Oh!