Jāth Sōkthelk ka Yntedron (The Winds of Time)
10 A.W
Matriarch, a matriarch
All we need is a matriarch
Lead us, unite us, restrain us
One Matriarch, for three is disastrous
Fire and blood
Skulls and mud
One war over, another has begun
Who are we to blame? The son?
A patriarch, the first one
Perhaps the only one to rule under the sun.
Claim to rule denied
Elder's orders he defied.
Traditions?
What good were they before?
Did they stop the hawks that soar?
Or the elven hordes that roar?
Now is the time for a transition.
Patriarch, patriarch
Can we have a patriarch?
To lead us, to unite us, to rule us?
Would the outcome be disastrous?
Sister and brother
Sister, sister, and sister
Two young ones
Three old ones
As the elves learn what the Ancient Ones knew.
As the humans replace those who were slain.
We debate on what should be true.
Making the Last Great One's wishes be in vain.
A leader, a uniter, a controller
One to see us to the future
I wish no more than this
Holy Mother, fulfill this deepest wish.
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