ahayes6192: We followed The rites of old As we stock out The ordained new land We held our breath As the skies got black And a storm arose A swarm of crows
Lo and behold! The black birds branched out A circle wide In the riven skies They lined the nemeton Of the fulgent hill and again, and again, and again The presage witnessed
The rites of old
As we stock out
The ordained new land
We held our breath
As the skies got black
And a storm arose
A swarm of crows
Lo and behold!
The black birds branched out
A circle wide
In the riven skies
They lined the nemeton
Of the fulgent hill
and again, and again, and again
The presage witnessed
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