Mother of Unbelievers - Crimfall

Shone the sign, shone the star

Wed on vile faith

From the cradle of dust and war

Rose prophetess pure unlaid

Celestial whore, virgin goddess

Daughter of deceivers

Mother of unbelievers

When gods of any child

Any child of nine

Turn to worship their kin as divine

Truth that frees no soul

What is shorn atones no vow

What is born is forever lost

Childbride riding the red ropes

From these grins the fate was sung

Against these throats the promise broke

Marked with duskblood and seum

In sacred forgiveness defile goddess

What is binding must be shorn

As will fire retaliate in kind

Never been a flame without a thorn

So must light reveal and blind