Aphotic Womb - Sinmara

All-terrible goddess of night

Whose shears rupture the cord of life

Inexorable bane of aeons

I supplicate before thee

As the autumnal gale falling leaves does blow

So my soul 'fore thy wrath does tremble with woe

Hear my lament

Before thy black sickle it’s harvest does reap

Take heed of my prayer o bringer of sleep

I beseech thee

The sepulchral grounds glisten in twilight

As the sun succumbs to the shadows at dusk

The glare of the inverted torch

Illuminates the path towards descension

Herald of the highest gods

Carry me through chthonian halls

The charnel depths where serpents coil

Below the earth where light can’t pierce the soil

Let me cross the frigid waters

Where incorporeal shades coalesce

Where eaters of ash and drinkers of mud

Form the choir of a thousand horrors

Imperious sovereign of all that breathes

No earthly sceptre shall impede

Thy pitiless hand whom all turns pale

Against whose touch all flesh is frail

Transfixed by thy spectral majesty

I prepare to greet eternity

Upon abyssal shores

Goddess of tenebrous grace

Enshroud me in thy black embrace

Let me rest in thy aphotic womb

Forevermore