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{{ | {{See also|[[Hymn of the Mother-Beast (location)]], [[Hymn of the Mother-Beast Arc]]}} | ||
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'''The Hymn of the Mother-Beast''' is the hymn one must sing to access the [[Hymn of the Mother-Beast (location)|dimension]] made by the [[Sisters of the Mother-Beast]]. | '''The Hymn of the Mother-Beast''' is the hymn one must sing to access the [[Hymn of the Mother-Beast (location)|dimension]] made by the [[Sisters of the Mother-Beast]]. | ||
==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics == | ||
<blockquote>Her love is vast and nourishing. | <blockquote> | ||
< | Her love is vast and nourishing. | ||
< | <br>Her glory does astound. | ||
< | <br>Thus in sin we're flourishing, | ||
<br>'tis sin to which we're bound. | |||
With words we weave her love and ours, | |||
< | <br>With words we weave her love and ours, | ||
< | <br>And with our voices breathe: | ||
< | <br>A halt to death, a halt to stars, | ||
<br>A halt to what will be. | |||
But listen, Mother-Beast, please know: | |||
< | <br>But listen, Mother-Beast, please know: | ||
< | <br>'tis love by which we've wrought | ||
< | <br>A world in which you're split in woe, | ||
<br>Instead of merely naught. | |||
Your love is vast and flourishing. | |||
< | <br>Your love is vast and flourishing. | ||
< | <br>Your glory does astound. | ||
< | <br>Bless us with tears nourishing. | ||
<br>We’ll drink until we’re drowned. | |||
</blockquote> | |||
{{NavboxSangfielle}} | {{NavboxSangfielle}} | ||
[[Category:Texts]] | [[Category:Texts]] | ||
[[Category:Songs]][[Category:Sangfielle]] | [[Category:Songs]][[Category:Sangfielle]] | ||
Latest revision as of 17:44, 11 March 2023
The Hymn of the Mother-Beast is the hymn one must sing to access the dimension made by the Sisters of the Mother-Beast.
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
Her love is vast and nourishing.
Her glory does astound.
Thus in sin we're flourishing,
'tis sin to which we're bound.
With words we weave her love and ours,
And with our voices breathe:
A halt to death, a halt to stars,
A halt to what will be.
But listen, Mother-Beast, please know:
'tis love by which we've wrought
A world in which you're split in woe,
Instead of merely naught.
Your love is vast and flourishing.
Your glory does astound.
Bless us with tears nourishing.
We’ll drink until we’re drowned.