Voice Post;

Sing to the four quarters,
Split them and scatter them,
Weaker in numbers and severed in spirit,
Trapped under stone and tapestry,
Bound in honor and in rivalry,
Join these quarters and see them right!

Cut the wounds with acid,
Behold the blood and grime,
Forget the fortunes and...

Wh-what....what is...

M-matt? Lu-luke? John?

I'm bleedin'.