When that which is becomes unlearned,
the coherence of the whispers returns.
One to hide
and one to yearn.

When blood's been spilt and death overturned
the call to ro rise is heard, reaffirmed.
One to bind
and one to burn.

When chains are broken to reveal tales adjourned,
the sleeping winds become the storm.
One to rise,
one to abide.

When the weight of chaos takes its toll
on the one that weaved it in the soil.
One to repent,
one to foil.