| «Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your
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| traits of bloodlust and vein. |
| You have not, in all this time, returned to the
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| lowland of your ancestors. |
| Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the
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| side of a small, grass-covered knoll. |
| It is near the round hillfort that your
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| cavaliers call the dun. |
| The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort
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| that words can tell. |
| You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition,
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| as others will be, in due time. |
| Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and
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| give your thoughts complete utterance. |
| For there are none surviving now, to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart’s desire.»
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| «You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the
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| proper time to speak. |
| Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed,
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| under the sigil of the blade, then the number. |
| In an instant, the feeble and
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| the foreigners lie North from here. |
| In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and
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| tyrant raised their powers above your head. |
| You are separated from your kin,
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| by far distance, of Time and Tide. |
| You will remember your comrades well, as they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. |
| And
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| though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs
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| and music forever.»
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| «As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke
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| scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering
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| sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. |
| You shall recall the winter
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| zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity.»
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| The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. |
| His lungs sounded a death
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| rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his
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| death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, «I have granted
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| intelligence towards the crown unto thee. |
| If you teach him well…»
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| Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. |
| It’s only
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| just begun…
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| …And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh…
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| Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
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| The last of Ka drifts across the river
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| — Our sky outside has not been named.
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| Two Ugalla-demons start their battle
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| — Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
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| Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
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| — Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
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| Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
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| — Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
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| Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
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| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
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| Azzta’s truth.
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| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
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| Azzta’s truth.
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| 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
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| Azzta’s truth.
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| Ea’s eye is the way…
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| We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
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| and we’ll search the battlefields,
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| in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust.
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| Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength,
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| so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses.
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| Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
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| but cannot fill our veins with venom.
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| We warned you twice:
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| «WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!»
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| «SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!»
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| «HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!»
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| «SHINE!»
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| Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
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| The dragon’s semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!»
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!»
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| With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
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| Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!»
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!»
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| In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
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| Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!»
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!»
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| Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon’s semen,
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| So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!»
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| «Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!»
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| …AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH… |