Alchemisland

I brought back the fire-hearth of Daudoh from there

And hauled it before the face of Chemosh in Kerioth

Those sacred stones as at Scone we carried off

What prisoners were taken we married to the glaive

They the graveless are fed to flames at His graven feet

Until their bones black as ravens at touch fall to ashes

Such as are packed into sackcloths and spread onto grasses

Idols come down crashing, the sky sags with ceaseless lashing

By the gnashing teeth of rabid Gods, we in battle become unstoppable

Mighty force meets immovable object, killing obstacles making possible.