Do not try my patience

Your spirit is hollow Life is part of a cycle yours is over Anthro pro mense divination by entrails Perhaps shurima was meant to fall Burdens sleep best in their tombs Return to the dust Your soul will be measured I bring death The sky is not but dying stars There for grace I go Some things must remain buried We approach a time of reckoning Eternity is beyond your reach Journey into the beyond Death is a harsh mistress