Eulauti's Chant: Brewing ice, frothing from beneath, Surface melting, to bubbling, lightning sunders the land. We tremble, fumble, offer our hand, Though it may be struck, its a price of no match to his. Even at his anger, we pray, For his blessing to further our hounds and spears.
Eulauti's Chant:
Brewing ice, frothing from beneath, Surface melting, to bubbling, lightning sunders the land.
We tremble, fumble, offer our hand, Though it may be struck, its a price of no match to his.
Even at his anger, we pray, For his blessing to further our hounds and spears.