Mithryl, Deity of Light, commander of the northern lands
She ruled with such compassion, grace for all
Her people devouts, carriers of her accord
Consecrated just to be in the presence of thee
Until, an invitation from the south, to join hand in hand, with abhorrency
Surely thou would not, lead us astray
Together they will enslave us all
Primeval Assemblage now formed
Her devouts subjects to their will
Their children taken as they plead
All for a new life that they'll lead
Now with the blood of their own kin
Rulers now cheers and imbibe
A sacrifice required
The Progeny to become God