Makhashanah - Nidingr

Daughter of Nuit

Lady of the stars

The Bride of them that are vowed unto loneliness

She has the moon for a crest

And it is blazoned on her heart

She walks cursed in silver

The queen of all them that dwell in Heaven

The queen of all that are pure upon earth

The queen of all that sorceress of hell

Blaspheme her

Then suffer knowing her

For she is cold as your are cold

And she burns with your fire