Children of the crescent moon, your desert god is silent here.
His poisoned thoughts the teeth of Skoll that would extinguish the light of Sigel.
And 'pon these rocks which aeons stood, are carved the names of forgotten gods.
We cut the tongues from the mouths of false prophets and set to flame their houses of deceit.
Ing grant that the future remembers through bloodlines, and stories; the past of our tribe.
These names are legend, yet we remember not.
But there are some that shall not forget.
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