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We are Werling.
Hear us sing.

The Silver Lady is our mistress.
Palling at us with chains or lust we cannot resist.

Ancient shape shifters oldest of life.
Quicksilver shimmering we defy Time Deaths wife.

Werelings fear each other we can only die at the hands of another.
Or the kiss of the blood metal of our mother.

We must wander from home to home.
So that you children never before you are ready learn our secrets of blood, flesh and bone.

The silver lady dances before us.
Dancing her dance of seven veils.

Our feelings are beyond your grasp deep emotions.
They eddy and soon army through us controlled by The Silver Lady like deep oceans.

We do not just dream of flight like you mortal herd.
We rap ourselves in clock of fevers and drink the blood of air and liquefy our soles and we are bird.

We have tasted the secrets of the seas.
We know the complex dances of the bees.

We do not shape the world to our desire.
We shape our selves to the land fire.

So any how read this message written in our speech take heed.
The writing man call genetics that we learnt long ago to plant as easily as man would plant a seed.

Take pity on the younger people.
Teach them to see natures steeple.

So that they can stop poisoning this world.
Then the glory of the universal Wereling can be unfurled.