Echoes of the Chosen (feat. Fernando Perdomo)

In days of dusk and Weave-wrought thread
The Seven walked where angels tread
Each sister had a sacred name
And power to rule in Mystra's reign

Alustriel in moonlight stood
Her voice a spell that stilled the wood
And Laeral's gaze, like starlit steel
Could soothe or strike, command or heal

Echoes of the Chosen
Singing through the night
Woven into destiny
From dusk to morning light
As Elminster is watching
With knowing, aging eyes
His seven starlit daughters
Still dance across the skies

Syluné's ghost still haunts the storm
She guards the Weave, her shape transformed
Dove Falconhand, with steady aim
Still answers when we call her name

Alassra shaped the Weave through fire
She gave her all for heart's desire
And Qilué, with silent grace
Brought Selûne's light to Lolth's dark place

Echoes of the Chosen
Singing through the night
Woven into destiny
From dusk to morning light
As Elminster is watching
With knowing, aging eyes
As his seven starlit daughters
Still dance across the skies

Though temples fall and towers break
The soul of magic will awake
Their songs remain in stars and stone
A seed of power yet unknown

Elminster bears their stories still
With weary strength and iron will
Though gods may fall, he stands unbowed
To guard the Weave, his final vow

Echoes of the Chosen
Still carry through the night
Their voices stitched in every thread
That holds the Weave alive
Elminster has been waiting
Where starlight meets the dawn
As daughters of the goddess
Weave future into song

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