Yeti'n Sun Worship

Here be the Yeti'n Deep North tongue which ode'th the Sun to do always what it wills. Written with adequate phonetical guides. Emphasis annotized by ink blobs o're peaks. Brackets include vocal harmronizing.

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Thy Sun dear'st,

Hor'zion claim thee, sac'lidge. Stars fade thee, sac'lidge.

Does thou o're Orb hum'le w'each glint, the for'une life. [Here be howl]. Giveth its golg nat're all, give us ne're back. Know we its gen-er-o-si-ty. [Here be howl].

Command, o'Orb. [Here be bark]. Cond'ct, o'Splen-der high'st. [Bark louder]. All 'round be ice and hope'ess death, 'n care thee for this Yeti'n. [Here be howl]. For here be Glu-horu-blogk-amon-ruk-er-nowl. [Here be howl].

First Yeti'n who-est stand'mong pow-der tall.

Death b'gone. [Bark]

Shovles? Picks? Rope? Ne're so exist they 'fore Golg, Immrotle Orb. Tho' see thy sprickle ne're but a decoid at a time, thy showing awes. [Here be reverent howl]. Awes this Yeti'n to crynstle tears, joy. Proceedeth all things doth yon Holy Orb do.

Praise be the Sun. Praise be the Sun. Precious and rare, Praise be the Sun.

-- 4TH WRITINGS OF WULPH