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Vya:

“Proceed to the circle, slaves of Vya,

Your flesh and blood shall be the foundation of my supreme monuments!”

Before the times when the pact was sealed

The Taami were shackled with death

Through the force of the divine will

They were to serve the stone-skin ones after their last breath

I set my foot on the blasted sands

As the fumes of flesh emerge

The rotting savages, once fueled with life

Are gathered together as one by the Thardamian scourge

“I reach towards the aether

Through the channels of Vya,

Grey Goddess, guide my path!

All power shall be driven

Through the steles of Kiinah”

A thousand hands with fractured bones

Bleed upon the ancient law

As they pierce the earth with sacred stones

Carved in the halls of the moon, Heita-Khra

Oh mighty Mekra! Accept the steles!

And may the bodies bear your fruits

Abominations, your task is done!

The monuments have spread their roots

“I reach towards the aether

Through the channels of Vya,

Grey Goddess, guide my path!

All power shall be driven

Through the steles of Kiinah”

Vya:

«I proclaim this land forever mine,

For the steles it holds are bound to these sands by flesh and blood”

Never to be unearthed,

The roots of the monuments pierce the core

A symbol of the Mekra, the lady of grey

Forever encrusted with gore

Forming a circle of ideal shape

Facing each other with uttermost rigor

The cursed Steles summon the gates

To the godly abode, the sanctum of stone

“I reach towards the aether

Through the channels of Vya,

Grey Goddess, guide my path!

All power shall be driven

Through the steles of Kiinah”