Oh! Mother of the sacred Earth
Giver and maker of death and birth
Alchemically bonded maker of our blood
Dancing at the frothy foam : creation of Wyrmwood
Moon chains of silver thread braided to a chord
Strum the Rhythm to the Tides, tow the sea you've moored
Wave that breaks upon the shore,tarries not toward home
Sowing signs of worlds singing to the shores at twi'lit gloam
Pass along signs of your endurance and your might
Your children claim, your billowed storm,blown in thunderlight
Twirl and swirl the Prince as well, time the torpor of the swell
Listen to the ringing knell of a bellowing hurricane from Hell
Shown to all who listen to the peace within your garden
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