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Sing praise to the armies of water,Sing praise to the dolphinsTo the bright constellationOf moonlight fractured on spindrift,Sing praise to the hallowedCurrent of blood.

We were born of the water,Of the godhead glancingOn the face of the oceans like moonlight:The youngest of elements,Water, the blood of the gods,Its first home the harborsOf Ergoth and Balifor,The splendid and featurelessIce and marbleOf doomed and imperial Istar.Water our sourceAnd water our mother,The warm, amnioticswell of the tide,The perpetual rainOr seeming perpetualAs river and rivuletFade in the fireDisappear in the stations of earth.

Praise to the elementFluid and human,To its sudden arisingsCascadings and vanishings,Praise above allTo the water's resurgence,To the prospect of rainIn a desert country,The faint and copperyHint of a riverIn the cavern's depthIn the height of the mountainsThe rumor of springs,

Oh as Istar fallsAnd Ergoth surrenders,Palanthas and BaliforCrumble and rise in our hands,Praise to the water,Exact and eternal,The passion of cloudAnd miraged horizons,For the brief supple downpourOf dolphin on dolphin,The journey of humankindOver the promise of seas.