Com a partida do Mortal ardente
Mares de sangue banham o veludo azul
Trazendo a tona o manto negro
Onde a Dama de prata desfila sua eterna beleza
Por milenios as besta-feras a idolatram
E, em um coro abissal a saúdam
e Nós saciamos nossa sede.
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