Bright the sun burning,
Night will come turning,
Mothwings go spinning,
End and beginning,
Eye of the star,
Where Old Gods are.
Players, take your places!
The Land itself calls Game!
Night will come turning,
Mothwings go spinning,
End and beginning,
Eye of the star,
Where Old Gods are.
Players, take your places!
The Land itself calls Game!
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