"My lord, the refugees of the Northern towns, ravaged by the attacks, have begged thee for entry in our fair city"

"Seal my gates, and arrow any that [bad word] close to the walls down"

As eager as the darkest of elves
Doth he yearn for knowledge
As thoughtful as the whizzling arrow
In the back of he who dares to offend my princess

Deep inside is buried the Well
Deep inside is buried a Universe
Deep inside is buried desire
Deep inside is buried Fire

As languid as the longing soul for the flashing whirl of magic's winds
As ignorant as the apprentice casting his first spell

Wisdom brings not only faith and love, my child
It purveys the golden Sceptre of deceit
Wield it with accuracy and finesse
And it shall bring you wealth, might, immortality

Know, my child, that the Reaper is the easiest to fool

Deep inside is buried darkness
Deep inside is buried bitterness
Deep inside is buried the Serpent's tongue

Walk the way of Chaos, and thee shallt know the path of Order, my lord

Perfidious in its divinity