The God beyond the North winds turned into a Swan
And delivered unto the Pole
The Mystical Virgins of the Avatãra
Virgines Sorores Glacies
Whom now keep lit
Whom now guard well
The Eternal Burning Fire of A-Mor
Under the Green and Purple Flames
Of an Ice-Candle, White, which Never Melts
Angelic Orbs gather round the Vestalis Maxima
Dutiful and Beautiful, In Her Glass Ice See-Through Coffin
Orbs of Tinkling Ice that never hit the ground
The Virgin Sisters of the Ices
