My hymns, in the east

Puteri Ortha Bulan
My mistress of beauty
Dancing on this cold breezing moon
By the side of Buluh Perindu
I hear the forbidden symphony

A pattern, a mockery, a hymn
Under the darkened blue sky
Magickal words spoken with double tongue
Mystical arrival of sharpened claws

Let dignity be the pride
And forward to the enslaved
The infernally feast
The striving old forest

Old grasses turn to gold
Crying fauna in blood red tears
Awaiting for the seal
O my beauty from the sea

Lit up the torches
So the dark is lighted
Even brighter than the sun
The golden throne behind me.