Propitiation

Weeping matrons bow at the dawn Groveling upon a path withdrawn Second death, fire starts churning Throes in frenzy inspires the blazing Pillars of four, vagrant tribes once swore Bull of the east, flame permits the soul's release Infants are fuel, servants to the bestial God's ruinous flock, indulging the hunger of Moloch Dispossess what you bore Brilliance of suffering illuminates the night Smother the sky with the ashes of plight Charred remains, once offspring, is his delight