O Blessed Earth, unyielding deep-
Receive what breaks, receive what weeps.
In marrow's hush, in sinew's rend,
We vow to shatter, not to bend.

From pillar's root to slag-veined sky,
Let no false mercy pass us by.
We bleed as tithe, we break as law -
And feed the screm with tooth and claw.

Stone takes the shape that flesh denies,
And sings in cracks where silence lies.
O Lord of Weight, O Dirge unbound,
Bury us where no Gods are found.

So fall our limbs, so fall our names-
To fire's throat and hunger's flames.
And should we rise from ash again,
Let pain remain. Let pain remain.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 11th of Ios, in the year 12 AC.