Bronzework bears the demon's scorn
Hexes named when the world was born
Power found in lands forlorn'
Lain before the forestsworn
,: !'
The great beast comes to claim its seat
Thirteen black coins at its feet
It speaks to you through bone and meat
To pray is to accept defeat :
: : `
Now the queen must walk alone
Through streets that were once hers to own
While spectres rage their chains and moan
And never again will call this home `
`: ! '
Beast of darkness, bless my blade
And curse this blighted promenade
Death-march with the gilded shades
Who come to collect on what you've paid
: ! : ` ':
But of all the lessons that I've known
I've seen flowers born from the stone
The blood of gods which weep and flow,
between sheafs of the Qokathresti 0
' :, ! ' ': '
Sisters, pile them in a heap
Relict bones of priesthood, lain to sleep
The rightful yields of witches reap
And what we take, we always keep
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Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 25th of Omeian, in the year 14 AC.