(BOG LORE) THE SILT LICHEN DECREE "Móðurreiði"
Kindred, sisters and brothers from the tribes, I honor you for standing with us.
The roots are in pain. They are angry. They speak to us with ancient rage from deep within the mud.
The veins choke and scream to us of The Gate.
They built it with greed. Strangled the sounds. Strangled our voices.
The tribes separated, cast out.
They said we cannot mix. Different sounds. It is not to be.
Bog awoke, smiling at first, then he saw.
The Silt Lichen helped him remember; it haunts him.
Necessary. Others are remembering.
The Silt Lichen always remembers the leeches.
Bog has his list; we mark you. Tablets in our swamps. Stones around the lands.
You reveal yourselves to be the enemy.
The Silt Lichen has been filled with new words.
Soon we manifest. Móðurreiði.
Kindred, stay strong, protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Remind those without a tribe that they are no longer alone.
Móðurreiði has been decreed and sung.
Siltiax Ky Lichen.
Bog is coming.
Smash The Gate.
Bog Lore: SILTIAX DECREES THE MOTHER'S ANGER!