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Redness in the east beyond the mountain |
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The Wheel begins to turn anew |
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Turning ever towards the Sun |
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Garlands adorn a chariot, aflame |
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Blood runs from the flank of a wounded stag |
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Turning inwards, all beings bow low |
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Unconcealed she flies |
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Then hidden by snow |
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Eyes pale voice of night |
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Black clouds bring rain |
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A white cloak and mantel |
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Enshrouds all of the great monoliths |
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Deities of frost crave an offering to storms |
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Great Firs felled by the wind |
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The eagle's aerie towering windswept |
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Sky-lords towering above |
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Night-born songs descend by moonlight |
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A rain of jewels Calliope sings |
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Each one a secret word inscribed in time |
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Sacred bones crumble enshrined |
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Entombed in roots and stones |
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A dead sun burns in the hollow Earth |
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Nameless rivers of dust |
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This bright thread so pure |
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Drawn through everything that is |
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Enslaved by ancient bonds |
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Beyond the mists and golden light |
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Beyond the darkness transcending time |