Dear Mother

51 A.W

Oh give me strength,

So I may do what as I must.

To keep our foe's at wing's length,

To slay the unjust.

Sojourn with the Ancient Ones,

Who've since returned to stardust,

As a war must be won,

For cities long since turned to rust.

The younger three wish to avenge us all,

Our Goddess' will be done,

While the dead call

For us to summon the sun.

The times are changing,

The wind fills with iron,

The elves are gaining,

But we've not yet tired.

Dear mother, strengthen me

As this world shall cease to be.

Death choked cities once before,

But soon they be no more.

Praise be to Our Goddess,

and may we learn from the Ancient Ones.