Wraeththu

Dare I attempt circumscription
Within forever
Squalid dreams of men amidst tears
Metamorphosizing hara
The blood runs cold through the city of Varrs

I, eager to the see the flesh
Of the primitive evil giving birth
As if in cannibalism a taste
Of your Heaven bound spires

O, sweet Aruna
O, sweet Aruna
Spare my confusion
O, sweet Aruna
Deliverance in Wraeththu magic