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Belie these miracles, cast aside this trickery. A year’s passage over a frozen sea by a nomad clad in white upon a steed. A rage crafted in treachery as unsuspecting creatures will pay for their decadency.

I am retribution.

I am the sword of the gods.

I am vengeance.

I am thy bringer of plagues.

I will become the oppressor you so desperately need me to be.

High above the brumal peaks, I witness a borealis; a celestial message from my ancestors. With the trees and wind they sing: a chant of pride for these costly deeds.

A torch of spectral light guides the way through winding roads of snow robed ice.

A gust of wind from above the threshold sways brittle oak, as a breve of triumph beyond the tundra swells.

Birth the oppressor. Like hounds tread the tree line, they howl like jackals. They beg for cold release; a blade upon the bloated flesh, which cuts hot like hateful fire.

Whispering fallacies to a shifting sea, a fleet of flying machines built from cosmos rain raging hell upon the missionaries.

Witness centuries of icons erased by sickness, a horrific lamentation of loss. The firm grip of the eagle’s claw crashing down.

Praise his name across the stars, the gods will sing of you tonight. Three flames alight in the sky, soaring above the nebulae.

I must purge myself of want.

Praise his soul across the stars, the gods will sing for you tonight. Three valkyries in the sky guide my brother on pale wings to the gates of eternity, stardust glistening.

Fallen brothers, give me strength! Fallen brothers, release me!