Lies of the Dread-Father

Locations

 * East of Echoing Hollow

Contents
Round-tongues give it form and shape

The it that is turned into he

They whisper to his decayed bride

To honor him, to worship him

They name it father, dreaded so

They pray with blades of dreaded blood

They speak one facet of the truth

Something clinging to their tongues

Shapelessness given form

Change turned to stagnation

One truth that becomes untruth

A brotherhood of something eyes