Where then is Pelor
The Everlasting Summer
The Brilliant Morningstar?
The way before me is desolate
And harsh winter winds chill my bones
Yet his shining face is far from me

And what of Bahamut
The Great Platinum Dragon
Mighty Shield of Justice?
My enemies are countless in number
Their wickedness is without bound
Yet I stand naked before them

The world is a testament to emptiness
Long departed are the gods of our fathers
Or else they stand watch without pity
Keeping vigil without compassion
Or perhaps their eyes are dull from much drink
Their cups brimming with the blood of our children

—Song of Despair

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