Goddess below that cracks open the world
Swallows it up and devours all
Goddess above that strikes the sky
And births the stars and all that we are
Blessed darkness that strikes down the wicked
That shelters the meek and frightened
Abyss that drives madness, and lets chaos thrive
That nurtures the seed in its belly
Black soil made from fire
Destruction and rebirth
Sweet Mother that takes Death in Her hands
And breaks it
That takes evil and splits its flesh between her teeth
Gleaming fangs that crush the bones of despair
That swallows pain as easily as water
As easily as blood
Let not the wicked stand against me
Mother.
Bring me into your grasp,
Shelter me in that dark chaos
That devours anguish
And protect me from ignorance born of false light
Resting in Her Wild Hands 