Our lives are filled with turmoil,
Our lives are filled with turmoil,Our lives are filled with turmoil,Pilgrim.
Pilgrim.Pilgrim.But we endure. We survive. And
But we endure. We survive. AndBut we endure. We survive. AndWe must hold in our hearts
We must hold in our heartsWe must hold in our heartsAlways, the bright light and joy
Always, the bright light and joyAlways, the bright light and joyOf Hope to carry us through
Of Hope to carry us throughOf Hope to carry us throughThe darkness.
The darkness.The darkness.-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. KRISPIN-
-FROM THE BOOK OF ST. KRISPIN-That night, after we retired to our beds, the first pangs of the Maliash’s promised horror and pain filled my soul. The images so terrible—the riptides of emotions coursing through my soul too powerful to endure—th
