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They will die

When the second star

Falls

Splits open her wizened skull

Blood pours forth

A new River of Thlamet

Feeds

New life of a sundered form

Wicked things

Tear their flesh and bring

Twisted shattered mirrors

Of her host

Cullers' blades

Stolen from those who yet live

As they change into the monsters

That they once slew

Unborn god yet lives on

Taking his sister's place

On desiccated throne

Etching his name on blood and mind

Those who were bred to kill

Cannot reject his dozen hands

Unborn god yet lives on

With magic now in his hands

They will try to break his back

But the faithful Cullers cannot hope to prevail

Against the very essence they draw from

They are unmade. Then reborn!

Glistening fangs; towering horns

Their bodies now betray them

As their minds grow dim

And their souls bathe in blood

Thundering hooves; jagged antlers

All nature of beast and man

Joined together

In unholy matrimony

Reborn!

They are reborn

In

Blood!