I call to Tamfana of the evergreen grove,
granter of good, gracious one of fest and fair.
The children of the ash are yours, O goddess,
those bold ones who would thrive wherever they set their feet,
those valiant, heedless ones, their warriors long dead,
their gods long forgotten but for you, Tamfana.
Once, long ago, your people fell to slaughter,
your temple burnt to cinders, crushed to dust,
but never did they yield–rather did they rise together,
dreadful in battle, terrible in vengeance.
Tamfana who never forgets, goddess firm
and faithful, goddess of many blessings, I praise you.

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