Terni Exustæ: Queen Reaper - Craft

Rotting, yet everlasting Queen of the black arts

Alluring, yet burning nauds you cast upon the filthy breed

Oh, mother of malice, evil staves, corroding seed

Queen reaper, winding the scythe of anti-cosmos

The skies shatter in your very frozen breath of eight

The earth shakes and fall in your very gaze of ten

Assiduous queen: spirit of legions and wrathful men

You are flames, you are smoke, destruction in the eyes of the foe

Terrible

Immortal