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In the pit where the sun has never spoken, Where the bones of the war-dead weep, From the marrow of titans broken Rose a hunger that does not sleep. From the sludge of the slain and forsaken, From the rot of the godless slain, She coiled where the earth lay shaken — And the world learned the taste of pain. No cradle sang, no mercy found her, No dawn has touched her throne below, The dark itself curled tight around her — And crowned the Queen of Things That Grow. Mother of rot, O womb of decay, Lamprey queen of the lightless clay, All that festers, all that dies, Breathes again when she opens her eyes. Goddess of ruin, corruption’s bride, War in her veins and death at her side, Call her not — she will hear you still… Mother of monsters beneath the hill. Typhon’s shadow beside her slumbers, Storm-king chained in the deep, And the earth still shudders and thunders When their ancient hungers speak. In her hollow, the unborn writhing, Fanged and scaled and obscene, Every nightmare ever surviving Drank its first breath from the Queen. She births the plague, she births the terror, She births the claws that tear the sky, Every horror, every error — Her lullaby, her lullaby. Mother of rot, O womb of decay, Lamprey queen of the lightless clay, All that festers, all that dies, Breathes again when she opens her eyes. Goddess of ruin, corruption’s bride, War in her veins and death at her side, Call her not — she will hear you still… Mother of monsters beneath the hill. Do not name her in the open air, Do not pray where the soil is bare, For every grave is a listening door And she has risen before… before… Your sickness sings her ancient name, Your wounds burn with her bridal flame, What crawls, what feeds, what will not die — Are children of her lullaby. Mother of rot, O end of all things, Crowned in the ruin corruption brings, Empires crumble, heroes fall — She was beneath them all. Queen of monsters, womb of the deep, Watcher who never, ever will sleep, When the last light gutters and fails… She will rise through the veils.