born into the swell
of a light unknown to me -
a foreign place of war
and of spiteful deity -
the essence of my soul
had long remained there dead -
until Anget-elil
poured his storms upon my head -
little place of gods -
up above the trees -
eminating from the mouth
of the giant, Torelils -
hateful in nature,
there arose from the marsh below
a man who was called Keziaz
that swore to tear the world in two -
with the approach of time
these things of dark were manifested
shown unto the world of men
and hid in shadows seldom tested
Keziaz was stole from earth
and bargained with the god of death -
made of favors from Abel
his spirit set the world to die