Amid the sky of covered crimson plane The stormy night begets its wonted reign And down the sails of battered ships The golden light of sol doeth set. Far below the wooden hulls lies O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth. Below the base of beaten ships and Amid the anglers glow The luminal aura of Isis shows. Crystal Night, immaculate sight Waxing strong her sultry form Oh how bright her soothing light A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm. The captive witness cannot cease Its ponderous delight of beauties scene. Of the godless night, in waves Of tumult and titanic might Of hellish forces the setians reign. The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed Rests tall for all to see.