Do you dare to tell a lie?
Do you dare to go awry?
What shall you do when they come?
What shall you do? The dawn has come!
Run and hide, you darklings conspire!
Your home shall be a funeral pyre!
Your chants and dances are for not;
Shall you run and hide in the house of rot?
Carry on dear children of night!
See if I shall send my light!
No aid for you in that day;
No aid for you is on the way!
I have turned my face away from you;
The Goddess of love, of light, and you!
You took my teachings, you cast them aside;
Trod them under right, and spread them wide!
You think I shall lend an ear?
To your prayers and to your pleas?
Cast aside all doubt and quaver!
For on that day you shalt waver;
I your lady now bathed in wrath;
Come to smite you, should you not change your path!
Quicken your steps to my temple's doors;
Harken my voice if you wish to be more;