Idis - Solitude Aeturnus

Watching eyes trough clouded veils

Ancestral souls shape the winds

Present feeds upon the past

Our sanguine ties that bind

Writing on the page of fate

I accept the will maternal

Hear the gift in the cry of the child

Or the bale from blackend wings

Cursed lines and candles flame

Killed with breath from a kiss

Cradle a chosen life

The vine of the mother

Wrapped in woman’s weave

Armed in Gossamer

Strangled with mothers hair