Before the stars were put in place
A Ghost pressed lightly on my face
I forked and fused where coasts imposed
With fins and scales in blue abode
Unbolted wrath, cry heav’nly gates
I swallowed Yahweh’s godless race
Save eight whose faith was true and pure
That which at Yam Suph hope ensured
But quick to stray, this errant lot
Whose prophet saw my creature’s jaw
T’was then I frothed my fury’s worth
E’en now my shape consumes the earth
But when He came, I knew t’was true
He raised his hand, my rage subdued
My death the final victory hails
But first from me will darkness rise
The beast who comes in thirteen one
To charm the daughters and the sons
But He who wipes the tears from Man
Will cast the Fiend into the depths
‘Tis then I shall be truly gone
And Heav’n and Earth shall be reborn.
~tc
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