Greening fields 'neath brightsun's day,

Sparkling lake and newborn's breath,

Here the Builder's Blood abides.

Crumbling stone, blight and decay,

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Rot and ruin, disease and death,

Ever there the Breaker hides.

As one does rise, then brother must fall,

Even as the suns come ‘round again,

An’ has been so since the birth of all,

Eternal gyre ‘twixt blessing and bane.

--Ancient Chabarran ritual chant