The Alure of Stalgath

Upon graced skies and wounded ground,
did the new fathers find their place.

Again to govern land,
with blood and war.

Kin of the void,
Sons of the base.

Witness the making of Kings,
upon divine name shall they soar.

Until first born pages are seen,
let us live upon their way.

For Stalgath our mother,
Our protector and sword.

Lead us into light anew,
and honour the holy day.

That we join the stars,
to fulfil that of our chosen Lord...