Bring the women    and children before me    Let us make rivers of their blood    Bleed for me...I wish it so    and streams shall meet such rivers    and seaward they shall flow       See the shoreline scattered    with their precious skulls    See the tide come in    as blood to meet their bone    A grotesque promise    Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth       We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs    and condemn them to their desperate gods    We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world    For it is our season       We'll burn the temples, of the righteous    Rend them as ashes, to the four winds    As ashes... to the four winds    The winds of a new season       "All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...    A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."