And it has snowed...in the dense silence that stretches, there echoes...

The seed of wisdom. The seed of illusion. The seed of desire untapped.
String together with the Queen and make nine.
Her face the full moon.
Lotus petals for eyes, softly tread Her feet 'pon his chest broad and strong.
Fire in this night,
Burnt the corpse, charred the bones.
Howls the jackal amid the serpents slithering.
Red the river, black the night, white Her smile
Of power Her weapons,
Shines the sword through the sky,
Like lightning it strikes.
Swift.
Brilliant.
Beauty.
Bliss.