mu'thuaes'sh al-bandigmol kle'ath-ithu garfactyu-go
slumbering in sticky mist-breaths, being hell's slaves, are no longer
Light scattering all about, freeing the Lower Airs
enlarasu sutherol, speri, spole Then the Wind happened, being by Wind blown, scattering as grist.
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