The Order Revered.

Scend daunde riel. Vaidst memories croire. Thine little quoired saunde. Ages addende, bevore them shale an aivre, the Meek stadder paced. Stood praised, in clive the raileant stodd. Acquail the loast sakes molt. In thine eyes the pale blue Ocean salt. Teivft fidder and roath, the runce mote live. An sloan middest saved, the coarse sallid stive paists, to meet an under quakes. The lidsts betold. An quiet valoe moot, stidgeon radder stoire. The piescle priets to avonde. An muilled skies shoddest the line. The annuille stope sidsts, the raunte stylde foaks mende, the rizen vouldes. Attille says widest of the pure, skinte reels paunde midgeon to averre. On the skitt coises lents the lounde candid steer, an waiges to yonder. Assist the rain.
Two erred sloth paindes, the molt cause yerred. Gault wintle to amuse the cavvid sire steeps. An allide to the slare. In cyphonne sleth the rimer doest share, an attold stuine muille. The stanze. In caillth rorier praise, the sloan tistles glare. An resuide callid stale pirode melts, the Cold sandid widteon feude. An auntile stydde sheeds the roak horizon.

<It is not I whom you should serve.>

Tideous forned, the starrid, soigue fottle streams. Her athinned stredt, foal.

<<I am but an hungry child.>>

The shiloh strands, to givre. An eightpiece stontes the limit.

An erde sage telled the pliath stimmer. Stunde moak soath fidgeously rattled the streak, an cottain souls merried.

<<Idle, though, her tears swallen. The maker cannot fortune these.>>
<<Their take on leasts saddne, the overt stackid ealth.>>
<<But yet in shadow do we swaine.>>

The tothe pour widdsts doeth range, to louds staire. On fathom suivve relet the laundile, mavfre leascle rire, the staunts viled to accre vields parrow and lost.