The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

Time is so...fluid where I live

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.