Sulatar Litany

(Translated from an ancient dialect of Giant)
This world was born in fire, and in fire it shall end.
Our future lies in the Land of the Promise, from whence all fire flows.

In the first days, the mighty learned to bind the flames of the far lands, drawing fire from the air and blending it with blood and iron.
But the clumsy hands of the giants could not weave the fine threads of true fire
The stubborn minds of the giants could not understand the deepest secrets of true fire.
And so the flame seared their bodies and minds and left them mad.

The wisest among them sought our ancestors, seeking those with the power to embody the flame and find the Land of the Promise.
They bound the fire to our blood, they burned us black as basalt. They taught us the ways of the fire and the knowledge of the Promise.
And when they fell to the madness, we laid claim to the cities of glass.

Many of our kindred fell to the madness and now roam the wilds, they worship vermin, they pick at ruins. But we hold destiny in our hands.
We hold the secrets of the fire. One day we shall open the Gates of the Promise and spread flames across the world.
For this world was born in fire, and in fire it shall end.