Magnus

Mother of void...
She who bore the fire before time…
We kneel...
We burn...
Mater Magna — awaken…

From deepest void, her essence born,
In fire veiled, through aeons torn.
Iron breath, a crimson tide,
She weaves the stars where gods have died.

No light — no sin 
Only her will that burns within.
The mother speaks — the cosmos bends,
Creation writhes as order ends.

She stands alone — the void her crown,
A storm of flame, a thorned renown.
Primordial law, the final sigh,
The Great Mother under ashen sky.
Through death she breathes 
Through chaos reigns 
Her name — the curse in holy chains.

Her shadow walks where angels fear,
She breaks the oath, the ancient sphere.
Mountains fall, the oceans freeze,
She carves her wrath in time’s disease.

Steel in voice 
Stone in womb 
She sings the fate of gods to doom.
Beneath her gaze, the stars collapse,
The void is fed — the soul entraps.

Rise, oh flame! Rise, oh night!
Crown of the void, eternal blight!
Galaxies burn in her embrace,
The forge of time — her sacred face.

She stands alone — the flame, the sky,
The scream within the unborn cry.
Our fate, our end, our birth, our tomb,
She is the path, the sword, the womb.
Unholy grace 
Celestial blight 
The Great Mother reigns through endless night.

Mater... Mater Magna…
Ignis… Vox… Regnum…
She is the first… and the last…