O’ Great Depths, O Starres!
How long until your grace?
The priestess watches with a veil of lace
Must the lion lay with the lamb of scars?
O’ distant Night Sky
With the vast Sea mirroring you
To Rise and Fall, into your eternity for I
The sublime light of the darkest blue.
Archangels I follow thee
Through this treacherous path
The Starres have laid out for me
O’ protect me from Blackened Wrath