Songs of the Valley

The Song ofRepentance

In the beginning was the power, pure and white,

Now only echoes of the vow sound through the night.

They tell of days of unity, long since past,

'Tis having and taking for which we now thirst.

All unity was torn apart and burst.

Cursed the spirit which did not last.

Of desire doth now tell our song.

For unity is forever gone.