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Saturday, April 13, 2019
Heart of the Thief: Song of Dry Death
Song of Dry Death (A Haliurunnae Prayer)
Dry death is a waste
A crumbling of flesh and water
A mist of sand upon the desert floor.
Our ancestors gave their lives
So that you could walk and breath
And taste the dust in the breeze.
You must die a blood death,
Your life must lie in puddles
Coloring the knife of your enemy.
You and he must trade blood,
For without a sacrifice
You shall never walk the Halls of your Fathers.
Suffer not the witch, purveyor of evil,
Kill the urbanite, softened by comfort,
Ignore the Northron if he bring no weapon of war.
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