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| You've killed me. Bastards, you've killed me! While the sun is still hot, I die!
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| The love of men is a frigid thing, a mountain stream only three steps from the ice. We are his. Oh Stormfather... we are his. It is but a thousand days, and the Everstorm comes.
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It is estimated this came exactly 1229 days before the advent of the Everstorm.{{cite}} It is possible that these Rattles are less than fully accurate, or that whoever gave this death rattle valued poetry over technically accurate detail or, given the specific phrasing, that this was perhaps a foreshadowing to a time 229 days in the future when someone else would prophecy that it would be 1000 days until the Everstorm.
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| Ten orders. We were loved, once. Why have you forsaken us, Almighty! Shard of my soul, where have you gone?
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| A man stood on a cliffside and watched his homeland fall into dust. The waters surged beneath, so far beneath. And he heard a child crying. They were his own tears.
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| I'm dying, aren't I? Healer, why do you take my blood? Who is that beside you, with his head of lines? I can see a distant sun, dark and cold, shining in a black sky.
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| I have seen the end, and have heard it named. The Night of Sorrows, the True Desolation. The Everstorm.
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| I'm cold. Mother, I'm cold. Mother? Why can I still hear the rain? Will it stop?
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| They are aflame. They burn. They bring the darkness when they come, and so all you can see is that their skin is aflame. Burn, burn, burn...
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| Victory! We stand atop the mount! We scatter them before us! Their homes become our dens, their lands are now our farms! And they shall burn, as we once did, in a place that is hollow and forlorn.
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| Ten people, with Shardblades alight, standing before a wall of black and white and red.
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| Three of sixteen ruled, but now the Broken One reigns.
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| I'm standing over the body of a brother. I'm weeping. Is that his blood or mine? What have we done?
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| He must pick it up, the fallen title! The tower, the crown, and the spear!
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| The burdens of nine become mine. Why must I carry the madness of them all? Oh, Almighty, release me.
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| A woman sits and scratches out her own eyes. Daughter of kings and winds, the vandal.
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| Light grows so distant. The storm never stops. I am broken, and all around me have died. I weep for the end of all things. He has won. Oh, he has beaten us.
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| I hold the suckling child in my hands, a knife at his throat, and know that all who live wish me to let the blade slip. Spill its blood upon the ground, over my hands, and with it gain us further breath to draw.
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| Re-Shephir, the Midnight Mother, giving birth to abominations with her essence so dark, so terrible, so consuming. She is here! She watches me die!
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| The death is my life, the strength becomes my weakness, the journey has ended.
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| Above the final void I hang, friends behind, friends before. The feast I must drink clings to their faces, and the words I must speak spark in my mind. The old oaths will be spoken anew.
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| In the storm I awaken, falling, spinning, grieving.
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| The darkness becomes a palace. Let it rule! Let it rule!
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| I wish to sleep. I know now why you do what you do, and I hate you for it. I will not speak of the truths I see.
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| They come from the pit, two dead men, a heart in their hands, and I know that I have seen true glory.
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| I see them. They are the rocks. They are the vengeful spirits. Eyes of red.
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| That chanting, that singing, those rasping voices.
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| Let me no longer hurt! Let me no longer weep! Dai-gonarthis! The Black Fisher holds my sorrow and consumes it!
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| They named it the Final Desolation, but they lied. Our gods lied. Oh, how they lied. The Everstorm comes. I hear its whispers, see its stormwall, know its heart.
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| All is withdrawn for me. I stand against the one who saved my life. I protect the one who killed my promises. I raise my hand. The storm responds.
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| Above silence, the illuminating storms—dying storms—illuminate the silence above.
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| He watches! The Black piper in the night. He holds us in his palm... playing a tune that no man can hear!
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| They break the land itself! They want it, but in their rage they will destroy it. Like the jealous man burns his rich things rather than let them be taken by his enemies! They come!
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| And all the world was shattered! The rocks trembled with their steps, and the stones reached toward the heavens. We die! We die!
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| The day was ours, but they took it. Stormfather! You cannot have it. The day is ours. They come, rasping, and the lights fail. Oh, Stormfather!
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| So the night will reign, for the choice of honor is life...
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