The Hymn Of Cybele

Great mother of the Gods Mater deum magna idaca Mistress of wild nature Fertile goddess healer Destroyer, creator Her chariots of lions in front The blood violets of attis At Her Feet The pine that took care of his spirit After being driven mad By her revenge Against their broken love Down he threw his lifeforce When she came upon him Remorse filled her being Making a promise For him to never decay Cybele What are you waiting for? Jealous rage has taken The life of the one Cybele! What will you do now? Sky body Made of heavenly stone Mistress and sultan of all lands Dwelling in the lands of the cedars Crown of crescent Dealer of justice Deciding where the boundaries lay Between the physical + spiritual Laying waste to dying gods Whose blood the rivers ran red to the sea In turn, caring for those who are Anew When the cycle came around Summer And winter Each with their own key Locking and unlocking earthly delights Suspended in the air Poised by it's own weight Draped in garments of green With Animalistic Design Matron Of spring Mistress Of motion Aiding everything Seen and unseen Cybele! What are you waiting for? Cybele! What are you thirsting for? Cybele! What are you striving for? Cybele!