The tales and song of eons past
The gods and their decisions
Were vested in the highest priest
His body covered with incisions
Each mark he made upon his flesh
A story it represented
The mantle passed to someone fresh
When the body no longer bled
The priests they trained for many years
An apprentice in their keeping
They spoke their wisdom in the ears
Their successor oft was seeking
Until the day the strangers came
And made war upon the people
The priest did fall like cornered game
And his apprentice was left too feeble
When both were dead, there was no one
Who remembered all the stories
Ten thousand years of life had come
To an end with no more glory

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