Darkness engulfs me say I the tale of faith,
Precautious, vivid incarnation of poor Martha
Bring forth the spade of sin and embody my pain,
Delirium takes hold and kisses my wounds
Delivering my sentence below a mourning moon,
Cry, you unholy slave!
Cry, you who bring peace!
Cry, you victim, victim of my wrath!
Cry, cry, and cry!
Bow at my feet and be my lover
Sorrow to comfort and wine to forget, that’s my offer,
Destiny sings, sings near
Withstand, withstand I tell you!
Run, Run and hide in my womb!
Become me and succumb to thy suffering
In time I will come to take not only your life, but your baby’s,
And the generations to come.