SyzarE
JguphiN
LqerA
OghjU
Thou seest fit which thou may believe
Into the shadow of no reprieve
Onto the the hallowed moon a light grows
Ringing soil through the woes
Four stark beings drift abound
Hands pull out with feverish sound
Unto the umbra the sigil falls
Penumbra brings what toils stall
Piercing cry beneath the earth
Heaven lost & lessening hearth
Voila: a broken stumbling birth
Damned to life & left to death
Mighty silence at their behest
Gaia breaths her final breath
Leading us to severance.
~Supposed scripture found carved into the spiraling marrow.