A howling wind A rising pyre Flintlock footsteps Behind the liar Stormlord sent And still we burn To exhume A hallowed urn. Scales are scattered Feathers anew A platinum hydra Gazing through And all we have And all we are Is a mask Undue to mar Healing Rises with the wind Stealing The fate of all who sinned. -- Hymnal of the Faithless #26, scribed by Cidrynn Valsoro
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