Mother

The young queen bathes
Beneath the moon as he whose blood is cold approaches from the banks
The river boils as he wades and she recoils
From the serpents in his ranks, in his ranks
They rise from where the water kisses sand
Their twitching tails tangle, twist and bind
To wretch her open on their lord's command
To enter where his seed will be confined

The frigid sweat collects along her back
With pleads for help withheld beneath her fate
Her eyes unfocused, gaze beyond the black
And all the earth can do for her is wait
Both tips of his mangled tongue
Sniffed where she is soft
No creature, man, nor god in protest
Screamed or even coughed

A soul should never face an act so cruel
Coldblooded impregnation, left to die
As evil thinks it free beneath the sky
A child deity is growing, destined
A soul should never face an act

A soul should never face an act so cruel
Coldblooded impregnation, left to die
As evil thinks it free beneath the sky
A child deity is growing
A child deity is growing, destined
No creature, man, nor god

A soul should never face
An act so cruel
An act so cruel