Warning

Because enough have suffered already.

I hear an Ancestor weep,
as she lies there all alone,
her temples long abandoned,
and her alters o’erthrown.
But though she begs for worship,
all her pleadings they’re in vain,
forgotten now her aspect,
a lost memory her name.

So heed now to my warning,
before it is too late.
For the Lions now are marching,
to bring you to your fate.

I see a jealous lover,
who’s cast out and all alone,
mad, bitter and resentful,
in her empty, ruined home.
She’s taken and she’s taken,
and she’s wanted ever more,
demanded love at knife point,
now rejected, declares war.

So heed now to my warning,
before it is too late.
For the Lions now are marching,
to bring you to your fate.

I hear a proud Ancestor,
secure in might and power,
threatening blood and vengence,
expecting all to cower.
But we stood ‘gainst Xivental,
and he told us just the same,
nothing’s left of the forteenth,
but a shadow of a name.

So heed now to my warning,
before it is too late.
For the Lions now are marching.
to bring you to your fate.

So listen well, good lady,
for your end I can forsee,
lost and alone, you’ll wander,
there’ll be none to mourn for thee.
So, heed me now, fair lady,
for the Lions’ anger’s great,
no hate or rage do I feel,
only pity for your fate.

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