Many a myth and legends be
That tell of blood and sacrifice
Many a tale of vicious gods
But few of dismal godly vice.
The tale unfolds a thousand pasts.
Across the seas and back again.
Imprisoned, wrecked or rescued souls,
Some of gods and some of men.
Talks and tricks and thunderbirds
Cloak-and-dagger cons and coins
Maddening hopes and madder still
The riot when the realm rejoins.
A menacing storm looms and hums,
No self, no name, no age, no death
Can weave a life for those you made
If not for you, if not for faith!
So the story breathes and bleeds
Laughs and loves and sings and cries
This, a tale of troubled gods,
This, a tale of godly vice.