By Carmanor's grace, neither sin nor guilt haunteth your sacred halls. Thou art Lukegenes and a tamer of wolves. Ô, Phanaios, thou bringest light. In chasm and adyton, thy voice is one of nectar and holy honey; leader of muses. By virtue of fumes and oleander, Pythia uttereth prophecy.
Art by Alexander Preuss
By Carmanor's grace, neither sin nor guilt haunteth your sacred halls. Thou art Lukegenes and a tamer of wolves. Ô, Phanaios, thou bringest light. In chasm and adyton, thy voice is one of nectar and holy honey; leader of muses. By virtue of fumes and oleander, Pythia uttereth prophecy.
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