My Child Queen of the Dead no more your eyes God-like The Sun robed thee in his day Persephone Embraced in your arms The Life that had descended now re-arise empowered by the Sun So mighty was the mother's childless cry She asked the waves that moan how the world can be so cruel Do you cry for my child? And then the voices came saying We know not we know not why we cry And so the shadow wails My quick tears kill the flower My ravings hush the bird And lost in grief I fail to send My gift to helpless man Rain-rotted dead grain The pale Sun sets before his time And I am ill-content with those who dare to say My fate’s beyond the Fates The Bright and the Dark have sworn that I, the child of thee the Power Who lifts her buried life to bloom Should be for evermore The Bride of Darkness The reaper sees me far away And now the gleam of dawn upon the threshing floor Can the dark lord love the Sun And will the shadows die Extinguish hateful fires along the fields of Asphodel Death, not peace, comes easily The spirit needs release The souls of men Who grew beyond And made themselves As Gods Against the fear Of Death and Hell They shall prevail I shall prevail