Terni Ezusta: Queen Reaper

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...