"O Where have you been, Irla of Rin? The Seed Lands are now only dust All of us left to fate From the Aught to the Wraith And daemons that feed on the just
O Where have you been, Irla of Rin? Thou who put heart before sword That love was a blade To send us to the grave And the Dead Gods take Lady and Lord."
Time is Not Linear • All Realities Exist