Ghört, the winds that blow,
Whispering secrets we may never know.
Nærvel, the waters that flow,
Carrying stories of lands below.Agnima, the flames that dance,
Illuminating paths of chance.
Selvaniel, the woods that grow,
A sanctuary for both friend and foe.Margilonia, the earth that grounds,
Rooted in ancient, forgotten sounds.
Lejüs, the memories that fade,
Echoes of a lost world, where shadows played.On Duane, these six gods reign,
Their ancient language an eternal refrain.
As the days come and go,
Their voices in harmony, forever flow.