The children have been born,
The burning stars are now shining,
They are together but apart,
Now is the time to rejoice,
To weep for many will die,
Yet more will live.
Chandoshin,
Ones of chandola,
Children of the rift,
How far you have strayed,
How far you have come in this world,
Where will you go if you are finished?
What will you do if your own people go against you?
Chandoshin,
Keep on going young ones,
For many trials await you,
Times harder than these will rear their heads and you must pass through them,
If you do not,
Then death will collect your soul.
Chandoshins,
Keep going young ones,
Stay strong and ready,
For the day will come when one will destroy worlds and order,
And the other will rebuild and restore,
Keep strong and wait for the born ones,
Keep confident,
And wait for the ones,
The strong warrior and the strong minded poet,
To sing and to fight,
Who are as different as night and day,

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