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As the thunderous water

Flows over the frozen stone

Moon illuminates

Lost and wandering souls

Footsteps in the snow

Tell tales of those

Corporeal vessels

That steel blades brought to woe

But the mother has not forgotten

Those who have shed blood upon the white

For as the frost will soon melt

And bring thine enemies life to blight

When the blood becomes water

And the flesh turns to soil

An oak's branches reach further

From the mother comes a new child

Old, wonderous oak

Wrap your arms around the child

Until the sun and moon decide

To avenge his kin by the blade