In the silent breath of the void, the stars whisper, Older than time, the chant that calls through veils, Split the night, O voice of the hidden whisperer, In the depth of darkness, the ancient wisdom prevails.
Behold the arcane words, spun from the abyss, The tapestry of existence woven by unseen hands, From the spark of creation, a summoning we kiss, In the echoes of the void, where the mystery stands.
Triple the vision, thrice the hidden truth, Deep as roots entwined beneath the earthly face, In the voice of Bune, the old wisdom and the youth, A secret silence cradles the beginning of grace.
Unseen are the paths where the treasures flow, Gold streams forth from realms veiled deep, Guided by Bune, through mysteries we go, On winds of promise, our fortunes leap.
Rise now, ancient Duke of the shadowed lands, Circle round, in the dance of time unbound, From the heart of the void, by your ancient commands, Lead us through the cosmos, where lost truths are found.
O Bune, thrice-headed guardian of the deep, Keeper of ancient wisdom and wealth untold, By thy command, secrets rise from sleep, In thy presence, the mysteries unfold." Heed now the words spoken across the divide, Come forth from thy shadowed throne, Duke revered, By three and thirty paths, our fates you guide, By the sacred sigils, your summons engineered. Speak now in tongues of the old earth and starry sky, Grant us the eloquence to weave the silver thread, Through thy guidance, let our spirits fly, Bestow upon us the knowledge of the blessed and the dead. In thy honor, we chant this sacred hymn, With offerings of incense, candle flame, and chime, Bune, by your grace, our light shall never dim, Throughout the eons and beyond the bounds of time.
From the dust-bound trails where secrets lie, I, the sentinel of the earth, whisper tales of old, In every stone and every leaf, the hidden sigils spy, Beneath the moon's pale watch, my stories unfold. Hark, for my voice grounds the spirit's flight, In the roots of the ancient, wisdom finds its home. Aloft on wings of the sacred watch, I soar, Guardian of the celestial and the throne of skies, Where stars weave the fate of gods and lore, My cries echo through the heavenly rise. Mark well the winds that carry divine commands, For in the storm's heart, the protector's voice stands Through the eyes of man, the world's truths I see, Mingling thoughts of mortals with eternal dreams, Where the rivers of minds meet the infinite sea, My voice speaks of power that in wisdom gleams. Listen, as I bridge what is with what might be, In the chorus of the cosmos, understand through me
Past the realm where shadows reign, under starlit skies, Where the ancient ones have tread, spirits never die; Harken to the arcane call, where the raven flies, In the deep of night's embrace, where our fate lies.
In the grove where mystics walk, the air is thick with lore, Candles flicker, runes are cast, secrets to explore; Hooded figures form a ring, where the spirits soar, Entwined in the chant's embrace, legends of yore.
Winds of wisdom, whisper now through the hallowed ground, With the old gods watching from their thrones unbound. In the silence of the grove, every word profound, Ancients speak through time's own veil, their words resound. In the hush of twilight’s veil, the winds begin to speak, Whispering secrets kept from the dawn of time; They murmur truths hidden deep, for those who seek, Carrying echoes of the sublime.
Winds of wisdom, breathe your lore across the land, Fill our hearts with insights only you command. Through the whispering leaves and the shifting sands, Grant us understanding, hold our minds in your gentle hand.
From ancient scrolls, through the sages' quiet breath, The winds carry tales of alchemy and stars; In their gusts, no secret rests, from life to death, Across seas and skies, from near to far.
Sweep through the corridors of our waiting souls, Unfurl the banners of wisdom, let them soar. As each gust unfolds, and each story it tells, We listen and learn, as the wind implores.
Winds of wisdom, breathe your lore across the land, Fill our hearts with insights only you command. Through the whispering leaves and the shifting sands, Grant us understanding, hold our minds in your gentle hand.
Let the winds of wisdom dance through the ageless night, Carrying the keys to the vaults of hidden light. With each breath they draw, and each insight they impart, The wisdom of the ages whispers to the heart. In the circle of the stones, 'neath the moon's haunting glow, The ritual begins as the cold breezes blow. Chanting elders call forth, with voices so clear, Invoking ancient gods that mortals revere. Threading through the fabric of the sacred space, The winds of wisdom clothe us in their ethereal grace.
From shadowed depths to morning’s golden gleam, Riches flow like rivers under moonlit beams. Bune guides the gold through hidden veins, Where treasure lies, his will remains.
Golden pathways, under starlit skies, Wealth winds its way where the silent echo lies. Follow the fortune where the dragon flies, Bune’s hand directs, the unseen ties.
Through the markets of the world, through the hearts of men, Gold whispers softly, again and again. It builds empires from the sands, crowns the bold, In the dance of wealth, mysteries unfold.
See the labyrinth of gold spread wide and vast, Each path a story, each turn a cast. Bune’s whisper in the night, fortunes amassed, In the gleam of gold, the die is cast.
Golden pathways, under starlit skies, Wealth winds its way where the silent echo lies. Follow the fortune where the dragon flies, Bune’s hand directs, the unseen ties.
On golden pathways, fate’s hand moves the pieces, In the halls of wealth, where the whisper never ceases. With Bune’s gaze, the golden thread releases, Paths of power, the treasure increases.
Across the threshold of hidden realms we tread. Echoes of our steps in cosmic webs are spread. Each footfall a universe, each breath a wind. In the crossing, endless paths rewind.
In the mirror of the waters, skies are seen. Re-flecting stars that in dark waters glean. As above, so below, the ancient creed. In the crossing, find the seed.
Through the veil, the silent voices plead. Whispers of eternity in every deed. Fractal edges where the shadows play. In the crossing, night meets day.
Step by step, the journey is the goal. In every end, the echoes of the soul. The crossing not just a path but a way. Where time dissolves and shadows sway.
In the depths of shadow, beneath the mortal coil. Rise the legions, from the dark soil. Each voice a thunder, each step a quake. In their unity, the foundations shake.
Echoes of command, in the chasm deep. Legions move as one, the march of the steep. Infinite in number, singular in heed. Bune's will, their only creed.
From the silent depths, a myriad eyes watch. Bound by the sigil, the pact they staunch. Layer upon layer, they rise and expand. A force of nature, by a high command.
Spiral outwards, from the core to the fringe. Each echo a pulse, from the sovereign hinge. As above, so below, in legions found. In their march, the cosmos bound.
Through the ages, through the veils of time. Legions preserve the eternal chime. In their ranks, history's written, deep and vast. Beneath the legion’s shadow, the die is cast.
Beneath the canopy, where light softly treads. Whispers of the earth, weave through fallen leaves. Each rustle a secret, each breath a lore. Silent stories buried, deep in the earth's core.
Hear the whispers, soft and low. In the roots, where the silent waters flow. Earth's murmurs, through the ages told. In the whispers, the truths unfold.
In the soil’s embrace, where seeds awaken, Whispers guide the growth, of what was forsaken. The cycle of life, in quietude spins, From the whispers, new life begins.
From the deep veins of stone, to the sprawling boughs. Whispers carry the essence, through the earth's brows. Hidden wisdom in every grain, every leaf. In the silence, lies the belief.
As the dusk falls, and the earth sighs, The whispers linger, where the shadow lies. In every whisper, the past speaks clear, Through the earth, each whisper we revere.
In the beginning echoes, where power was born. From the void’s deep heart, the first whisper torn. In the darkness of genesis, Bune's strength unfurled. A command over chaos, a world from a word.
Summoned through ages, across realms so wide In Bune's commanding presence, we confide. Through incantations, in circles of stone. His force converges, where his sigils are sown.
Triple-headed wisdom, in echoes thrice spun. Voices of past, present, future, merged into one. From whispers of old, to visions anew. In Bune’s counsel, find the world’s hidden hue.
Golden paths laid beneath starlit skies. Where fortunes rise, as the old dragon flies. Riches flow like rivers in moonlit quests. Where Bune guides, prosperity rests.
Through the crossing, where shadows meet light. Every end is a beginning, in the eternal night. Between the veils of worlds, the thresholds we cross. Find Bune waiting, where paths interlace and toss.
Echoes of command, where legions hold fast. Bound by will, in the shadows they cast. Marching forth under Bune's steady gaze. In their unity, the depths of power they raise.
In the echoes eternal, where time bends and sways. We find the path forward, in the ancient ways. Through the cycles of cosmos, in the echoes we roam. With Bune as our guide, we never walk alone.
From shadowed depths to morning’s golden gleam, Riches flow like rivers under moonlit beams. Bune guides the gold through hidden veins, Where treasure lies, his will remains.
Golden pathways, under starlit skies, Wealth winds its way where the silent echo lies. Follow the fortune where the dragon flies, Bune’s hand directs, the unseen ties.
Through the markets of the world, through the hearts of men, Gold whispers softly, again and again. It builds empires from the sands, crowns the bold, In the dance of wealth, mysteries unfold.
See the labyrinth of gold spread wide and vast, Each path a story, each turn a cast. Bune’s whisper in the night, fortunes amassed, In the gleam of gold, the die is cast.
Golden pathways, under starlit skies, Wealth winds its way where the silent echo lies. Follow the fortune where the dragon flies, Bune’s hand directs, the unseen ties.
On golden pathways, fate’s hand moves the pieces, In the halls of wealth, where the whisper never ceases. With Bune’s gaze, the golden thread releases, Paths of power, the treasure increases.
Across the threshold of hidden realms we tread. Echoes of our steps in cosmic webs are spread. Each footfall a universe, each breath a wind. In the crossing, endless paths rewind.
In the mirror of the waters, skies are seen. Re-flecting stars that in dark waters glean. As above, so below, the ancient creed. In the crossing, find the seed.
Through the veil, the silent voices plead, Whispers of eternity in every deed. Fractal edges where the shadows play, In the crossing, night meets day.
Step by step, the journey is the goal. In every end, the echoes of the soul. The crossing not just a path but a way. Where time dissolves and shadows sway.
In the depths of shadow, beneath the mortal coil. Oh arise the legions, from the dark soil. Each voice a thunder, each step a quake. Oh from their unity, the foundations shake.
Echoes of command, in the chasm deep. Legions move as one, the march of the steep. Infinite in number, singular in heed. Bune's will, their only creed.
From the silent depths, a myriad eyes watch. Bound by the sigil, the pact they staunch. Layer upon layer, they rise and expand. A force of nature, by a high command.
Spiral outwards, from the core to the fringe. Each echo a pulse, from the sovereign hinge. As above, so below, in legions found. In their march, the cosmos bound.
Through the ages, through the veils of time. Legions preserve the eternal chime. In their ranks, history's written, deep and vast. Beneath the legion’s shadow, the die is cast.
Beneath the canopy, where light softly treads. Whispers of the earth, weave through fallen leaves. Each rustle a secret, each breath a lore. Silent stories buried, deep in the earth's core.
Hear the whispers, soft and low. In the roots, where the silent waters flow. Earth's murmurs, through the ages told. In the whispers, the truths unfold.
In the soil’s embrace, where seeds awaken, Whispers guide the growth, of what was forsaken. The cycle of life, in quietude spins, From the whispers, new life begins.
From the deep veins of stone, to the sprawling boughs. Whispers carry the essence, through the earth's brows. Hidden wisdom in every grain, every leaf. In the silence, lies the belief.
As the dusk falls, and the earth sighs, The whispers linger, where the shadow lies. In every whisper, the past speaks clear, Through the earth, each whisper we revere.
In the beginning echoes, where power was born. From the void’s deep heart, the first whisper torn. In the darkness of genesis, Bune's strength unfurled. A command over chaos, a world from a word.
Summoned through ages, across realms so wide In Bune's commanding presence, we confide. Through incantations, in circles of stone. His force converges, where his sigils are sown.
Triple-headed wisdom, in echoes thrice spun. Voices of past, present, future, merged into one. From whispers of old, to visions anew. In Bune’s counsel, find the world’s hidden hue.
Golden paths laid beneath starlit skies. Where fortunes rise, as the old dragon flies. Riches flow like rivers in moonlit quests. Where Bune guides, prosperity rests.
Through the crossing, where shadows meet light. Every end is a beginning, in the eternal night. Between the veils of worlds, the thresholds we cross. Find Bune waiting, where paths interlace and toss.
Echoes of command, where legions hold fast. Bound by will, in the shadows they cast. Marching forth under Bune's steady gaze. In their unity, the depths of power they raise.
In the echoes, my eternal will, where time bends and sways. We find the path forward, in the ancient ways. Through the cycles of cosmos, in the echoes we roam. With Bune as our guide, we never walk alone.
