Preserver's Burden

As history plays we must record,

All that's gone and come.

Our people's lives and deaths and births,

To the fading of suns.

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From music, dance and poetry,

To species that we ward.

Khalai's hammer to Conclave's rule,

And the Templar's sword.

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On Aiur and a thousand worlds,

The times of day and night.

Times of joy and times of peace,

And sometimes times of strife.

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We record our people's thoughts,

Their emotions, hopes and words.

A massive, never-ending task,

But we shall not be deterred.