A Survivor's Chant – Spoken Around Icharak's Path They took a man and made him seed not for love, but rot and need. The flesh remembers, though it screams and walks again in broken dreams. Beware the smile that bares no soul. Beware the hands that dig the hole. When Icharak comes, light no flame for fire only feeds its name. Turn your mirrors. Blind your kin. Do not speak of what walks in. For once you've looked upon its face you'll dream of mating, not of grace. Spiral one, womb unclosed Bleed the gate where stars deposed. Flesh to spiral, bone to glass Come, Elu-Varnass. Sky unstitched and wing unbound, Crack the keep with thunder's sound. Green flame coil and spirit pass Come, Elu-Varnass. Vil-Harss reigns where law must die, Luka drinks the sleeping sky. Time is hollow, tide is mass Come, Elu-Varnass. Feast upon the oaths of kings, Fangs where old light used to sing. Nail the dawn to altar brass Come, Elu-Varnass. Breath of void and veiled delight, Rend the Bear in Maewa's light. Wake the myth and let it pass Come, Elu... Varnass! Where leaf is scale and bark is bone, Where wings once brushed the elder stone, There grows the Tree, there burns the flame, Edar-born, and rootless name. It drank the stars before they fell, Its crown the cage of heaven's knell, Each branch a vow, each thorn a scream, Each fruit a sword, each sap a dream. Beneath its roots the world was sung, Before men lied, before gods hung. Its breath is law, its silence deep, The dream it guards is never sleep. O Tree of Edar's, wound and sky, Bend not when mortals beg or cry. Your bloom is truth, your bark is fire And all who lie shall feed the pyre. When the dark comes, not even a prayer will free the soul. So we hang the head low, embrace the blood of gods, mate and rot. for we are the sons of the damned. Come, Elu-Varnass. Come, Elu-Varnass the bringer of blood of gods, Elu-Varnass.
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