Hymn to the Night-Mare

If i see her again i must die or kill
In the bleak dark wood on the stone ringed hill
When the year wears down and the treas are bear
In the form of an upright white fanged mare
For where she appeases death is on the air
And someone in sight must die
Have you seen her again in the dark and cold
The night black mare and her grim nine fold
With her thigh bone staff and her white skull globe
With her cyclone crown and the storm cloud robe
With her red black eyes that no light can probe
When more than a few must die
We will see her again when the earth shall cry
When the hills fall down an the seas run high
She will strike her hoof on the earth’s deep fault
With her twelve limbs bared to the heavens vault
She will dance in flame till the stars cry halt
And all but a few shall die