Blood-Strand Prophecy

"When storms settle and waters slow, another land you are to go. Slay the Serpent, the father's son, and close the pits they slither from. Make your boats from the skin of gods and use your swords of shell and bone. Spread your home, Unite your lands, Find the power of gods to men. Else time ends, Else stars collide, Else they fall by the mountainside."

Type

Text, Religious