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Ashes of the past, flow upon the winds of future.
-Ashes scatter to the winds from an open hand.
Feathers of Quorlinn’s kin, invoke the guardian.
-A cloak of dark wings billows in the winds.
Blood of the Earthmother, carry her stride.
-Water poured over the land.
Strength of Magnar, embolden her step.
-A bellow of a mighty war-horn.
Wisdom of the World Serpent, fill her soul.
-Offering of ancient lore, burned upon a dried parchment.
Amarok, watch over she, who is our kin.
-A single fang of a lycan-kin, powdered to dust.
Nabanion, grant her pride which I feel for her now.
-A mane of gold, pressed to heart.
Remnis carry her upon your wings.
-A single tear, shed for those who change their path.
“Invocation of the Eight to guide the one, who is kin to us.”
-is the chorus bellowed from voiceless throats.
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