The Final Coming of the Witch-Queen with Sorcery and War Emanations Lyrics

my goddess was azure, but now she runs red. she tastes of copper; her skin is rust. her emanations float in her sickened sea, their bloated corpses riding on waves to me. my goddess was green; she is charcoal now. she burns red with anger at the blackened clouds. her emanations have been burned with her flesh by the lords and kings of envy in their towers of glass. but these goddesses have not been slain. their metamorphosis reaches completion. theirs will come in the night like a thief. theirs will come by the light of a crescent moon. their emanations rise from the withering ground and mold blades from the goddess's vengeance. with sword and shield they march against gold tide to cut the throats of monarchs, to stab out their eyes. this vile vengeance will correct the error established by the enemies of the goddess. the stars will burn in their hatred for these kings. queens of old will rise with the wakening. your god was conceived by my goddess, then ripped away from her womb and made king. his followers had slaughtered our queens and called us witches and cast us beneath. now we are witches, and now we have come to wreak havoc on those who took our sun and cast their own weakened star in the sky. we have come to kill. all men must die. the witch-queen comes and avenges her kin, backed by armies six-thousand strong. her sorcery hath power over the winds, and the flames of change burn within her heart. perish, false kings. our queens rise again.