ะัั ะะตะปะตัะฐ
ะะตั
ะฐะน ะฒะฐัั ะฟะพะบะพะปัะฝะฝั ะฑัะดััั ะฟะพั
ะพะฒะฐะฝั ะฒ ะฝะฐััะน ะทะตะผะปั. ะะตั
ะฐะน ะฒะฐัั ััะบะธ ัะปะฐะฑัะฐััั, ะบะพะปะธ ะฒะธ ะพะฑัะพะฑะปัััะต ัะฒัะน าััะฝั. ะะตั
ะฐะน ะฒะฐัั ะณะพะปะพัะธ ะทัะธะฒะฐััััั, ะบะพะปะธ ะฒะธ ะบัะธัะธัะต, ั ะฝะตั
ะฐะน ะฒะฐัั ะดััะธ ะดัะทะฝะฐััััั, ัะพะผั ะฒะพะฝะธ ะฟัะพะบะปััั.
ะ. ะข. ะกัะตะฝะดัะฝะณ
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Veles's Night
May your generations be buried upon our soil. May your hands be weak when tilling your land. May your voices shatter when screaming, may your children learn of why they are damned.
L.T. Standing