They stand pitiful, banded in greed and spite,
A group so poignant, filled with vile undeath,
Gasping at a cause, getting no discharge,
They will not win fighting, the force too weak,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

Shadows spin softy, and Syssin do cower,
Quiet and fearful, they know not of the world,
of Snake and Shadow, there is no real threat,
The blindness of Severn, failing their souls,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

Magi holding staves, small children with trinkets,
Flamboyant not strong, they disgrace all knowledge,
Unwelcome are they, in a civil world,
The vagueness of Galleus, wasting their lives,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

Dastards feet tender, Cabalists show despair,
Foolish and feeble, they have no true meaning,
In arithmetics, their count is tarnished,
The transience of Niuri, polluting fools,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

Mindless callow whelps, Atabahi lack care,
Infirm and sluggish, an absurd coterie,
Of wolf they may be, but showing no strength,
The weakness of Severn, dulling their howls,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

They stand pitiful, banded in greed and spite,
Blindness of Severn, Niuri's transience,
Galleus is fragile, uncertainty bald,
They will not win fighting, the force too weak,
They will hide, they will hide,
Of Ignorance they are well versed

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Niuran, in the year 265 MA.