Lyrics
Thou deign to consider war the work of mortals?
Do not deny celestial and Cerberean taint in our blood
We demons meant for Heaven shall create hell here on earth
Remember what was washed away in the Great Flood
And they cry, "Great is Artemis!
Sour milk is all I've wanted,
No more am I by the shepherd hunted
Great, great, great is Artemis of the Ephesians!"
The silversmiths pour their folly into the molds
Never removing the real dross from Old Lie
Hither and thither go the sheep of the lost fold
Content to suckle at the huntress' cold breast
And they cry, "Great is Artemis!
Sour milk is all I've wanted,
No more am I by the shepherd hunted
Great, great, great is Artemis of the Ephesians!"
And they cry, "Great is Artemis!
I swear silver is better than any gold
No more am I by the shepherd wanted
Great, great, great is Artemis of the Ephesians!"
Carve the statue
From Lapis Lazuli
Bow before the god with no face
We will never die