Younger gods, you have cast down the Mind of the Past

and taken the law from our hands!

And we--defiled, forlorn, amok--

On this land do we release the venom of our heart,

Venom arising out of our pain,

Tears of rage that the land cannot bear

Bring blight that destroys leaves, destroys children--

A just return--spreading wildfire o'er the earth,

Casting plague on the land to ruin mortals.

Our agony roars out.

What would you have us do?

The people mock us.

Our suffering beggars description.

Oh how cruel the wrongs visited on the daughters of Night,

As we decry our rape!