[center][h3]Ninety and Seven Winds[/h3]

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"Thy children hail thee O great one
for the storms blow w'out abandon
and thy ninety and seven winds
grow e'er weaker by day.

To atone for our sins
we faithful offer tribute of blood
to renew faith faded
and earn back the sacred winds.

Xos the highest
shower thy mercy unto the pious
so we may sing song
offer greater homage erelong."
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And so with the song ended
they turned to some flickering flame
and to it the priests tended
until the sacrifices came.

First was offered the sweetest fruit
an animal beheaded by the Eagle King
the last, the greatest sacrifice was absolute
flesh of the living.

To the pyre was she flung
and to the sky they turned their beaks.
No longer was the prayer sung
for the air carried only her shrieks.

So hear them, Xos!