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“So lost in our work, the signs were missed,
So lost in our thoughts as they marched to war,
Still lost in the stars as our foes arrived,
So lost were we child, we were lost.
From North they came
The Lords of Raven
From South they came
The Maids of Crone
From East they came
The Carrion Tribes
And from the West
The Lords of Bone
Even now, our people die,
The horrors burn inside the woods
Even now, our people die,
The labs and dungeons: flooded, drowned in the blood of our dead
Even now, our people die,
Thralls, now free, have turned against us
Even now our people die,
Our great works, cast to the ground
But you survived, as do our gods,
Who will sing again when time is right.
So pass this letter down,
We bid you farewell
And pray you keep the faith,
And pray you keep the night.”
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