Anrad we have stripped the birch to supplant with branch of steel cold sun spurge the spark extinguished score another notch on haft and shield
we drunkship of cobblers on a sea of rain our marsh of diseases our magic a blade iconotroph the blade harness the pain burn down quert and sail gort in the rain
anrad we cast down the gentle thorn for scarred gods’ seasoned bark bonfire burn the stars extinguished we ogham piss the land our mark
a disorder of sparks our will firebrand red our fire is survival all magic is dead
iconotroph the blade harness the pain burn down quert and sail gort in the rain iconotroph the blade harness the pain burn down quert and sail gort in the rain