“Dark and thick are the clouds
Tragedy hath stricken our precious child
The sky gives up in a crimson clot
As La Fauna cries rivers of blood”-Druiths
“I raised you in my house but you preferred the clouds
Why did you run so far from home my child?
My once bright son turned into a clot
All that in your lust and thirst for unclean blood” -Lutorians
“Everything will never be the same
Through the years I kept them secure
Times and times I kept them pure
Emerald’s actions have brought me great shame”-Akaant
“Iron will now rule this world
I can no longer tune their chord
Soon will this age embrace its end
So that salvation might reach both lands”-Onyx
I am the little stone that has rejected the rock
My affection for this land had kept me distracted
And my distraction kept me out of the flock
The fruit of my rebellions has left me affected
An incurable sickness of the heart
Shredded my world into parts
I tried to convince my physicians that I was just in love
But they saw the infection and sought out the cure
A snake bit their yet growing dove
Yet their merciful strike kept it pure -Emerald
I found my rock hidden in a stone
My affection for him kept me so distracted
It affected my thoughts, flesh, and bones
No longer La Fauna, but he, I exalted
T’was in him that I finally found myself
So no longer was I bound to my chief
I tried to convince my physicians that I was just in love
But they saw the infection and sought out the cure
A snake bit their yet growing dove
Yet their merciful strike kept it pure -Rehema
