Awaken foul beast from your ceaseless sleep,
From your black hole shall you now creep.

Without delay your being grows,
And your true form you now disclose.

From nothing, something into this fair world,
Into light a darkness of netherworld.

The unborn creature extends clawed hands,
Claws of a beast of different lands.

Next comes the arms of pure black soot,
Below grow legs with feet barefoot.

And above the mess of darkness laid,
A head of black and eyes of blade.

In the cave where the creature ages,
The body has reached its final stages.

With black soul and body grown,
The Creature is released with a mighty groan.

With a scream of agony the beast is wild,
For what is the creature, but a child?