Let no man breach the gate 
To this most blasphemous of halls
Lest bitterness and chaos be 
the harvest they wouldst reap
For he must never become a slave 
To this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken 
From her Crimson Sleep...

The monastery stood towering 
above the ruined city
It shadowed all the new 
Emerging settlements and homes
Was to sympathize and pity
All the suffering and heartache, 
All the graves and broken bones
For buried there a testament 
To the evil of a queen
A misery that spread across 
A weak and stricken land
The crimson birth that swamped the earth 
In dark and deadly dreams
And all mankind did bow beneath 
The power of her hand