Her Feet Upon the Earth, Blooming the Fruits of Blood

Walking to commit sin.
 Walking to denounce, to harm, to end,
 make them turn away,
 from prayers and children, from your Gods, into light.
 Wresting distance from Gods, staying closer to the ground,
 those feet are what allows us to bring the
 message to destination, to greet the noble.
 Take the distance from the Gods.
 Walking to commit sin.
 Walking to denounce, to harm, to end,
 make them turn away,
 from prayers and children, from your Gods, into light.
 And the day will come when its feet will trample the south,
 and the druits of blood will bloom upon the trees as it passes.
 Bloated with pride, make the earth crack under your steps,
 the bodies streched and the mountains swallowed by the earth.
 No matter the distance,
 man will be struck by her song and the one whi will have
 recognized him in prayer and praise his presence on his knees.
 A labyrinth of prayer, a space infinitely restricted with cubits.
 Get closer to the earth,
 exalt the feet that bring the messenger to distinction.
 The elevation of Aosoth having no groudn to touch