Your scream is terror,
incoherent and unknowable.
Endless is Your wrath;
insatiable, Your hunger.
Destined are we
to be enveloped
in Your cleansing darkness.

Mother of the Void,
consume us.
We are unworthy of rescue,
for it is we
who hastened Your coming.
It is we who stand guilty.
Come, O Dark Mother,
repay us our iniquity.