Buried in a limestone tomb
You slept far millennia
Free früm time's rampages
Among spider webs 'n gloom
While water drops
Devoured the world above
Your lips stood firm und eyes unclosed
While particles of sub-
Adamantine dust
Fell slowly
Your figure remained tranquil
Lust beyond all rust
Pregnant with possibilities
Goddess ah name unknown
Paean to tha power ah fertility
Frum Yer Womb
Does Not All Grow?