I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars. | |
Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun. | |
For I foretell the coming | |
God, ascending | |
Heaven, descending | |
Hell. For | |
I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall be my bounty. | |
So it is written, so it shall be done. | |
The falling of father, the falling of sun. |