The Hymnology of Sythet is a collection of hymns created by Synthet, a great serpent that lived in the springs of Tempes. These hymns are normally sang during ancestral ceremonies, births of the young or the deaths of the living. This Hymnology has been passed from old to young,  from father to son, from the dead to the living. This is a sacred piece of art. A belief of the Smajz people is that no one is permitted to burn, throw or do anything to the book that physically harms it. Currently, there are only two original copies of this powerful book, the books own by other people without the original have either a copied version by a Sygra or a reprinted version of the original, although the former is a more sacred Hymnology.

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THE HYMNOLOGY OF SYNTHET

*Biography written by Ancients Istirio Krul

Synthet, a biography

Synthet is a serpent that called Tempes springs home. It was the last of it's kind as they were hunted ferociously by the members of the Tempes Fyle. Once, when Synthet was on the verge of death, it came across a sacred spirit, the ancestral spirit of Malaich. The powerful and smart spirit lead Synthet to a crystal cave with blue gems covering the walls. There, Synthet wrote his first Hymn in honour of the spirit. From then, Synthet had the hobby of writing hymns for future generations of anciencia believers. However, it is unknown of how the Smajz people got their hands on these ancient hymnologies.

1. THE PATH

For good was best in times of need,

A light shines for some good deeds.

The path opens up for a purpose,

To serve a heavier Optimus.

Far beyond a trek was lost,

It was the best of cost.

Let loose all will of might and good,

For those that need the biggest loot.

Forsake O all who found the dark,

In times like these it's best a lark.

Of creatures that crawl for what is less,

Serve a future foretold of rest.

Finally the end the next it came, 

Took me along the death it sway.

Deal with thy purpose in lost of found,

And in the wake it's safe and sound.

2. The Woods

Out in the woods you let loose,

And the shadows hide no goose,

Books overcome the wake of dawns,

Open the night of endless mourn.

Forget those who distrust us,

Find the task in all thats worse.

Seek a past with present fine,

Jump in the hole like no lines.

Gather the note of finality form,

Transform the future before the morn.

Tea and cups of silver gold,

On ice of which the spicks are cold.

Down the way a darkness deep,

Out of the woods we saw sleep.

Mirage

Chorode:

Thank you, loveable.

Kiss of fright, horrible.

The stone, distinct.

Morning's wake, extinct.

Palm 1:

Join the forth in treasures told,

O picture though thought unfold.

Silence grows journey despair,

Nothing is of priceless fair.

Trees of roots and sky of crimson,

Growth your vision's of the season.

You shall fail in time of success,

For not is sure time is but less.

Palm 2:

Shores of glitter for the bright bitter,

Go and find the cub O litter.

Tell the tale of Moon Down,

Fright your time in the found.

Destinies clash of wake and seen,

Let all for halves been.

Yield a field of blue and blood,

Now we  end with death and flood.

Palm 3:

Sundown fire truth yellow,

Furious spirits water below.

Fill the goblet of anger hopeless,

Murder those of the soulless.

Blue brown of sand before,

Hell fore live in Jaime is so whore.

Hard of rock in tough alive,

Join the sight of fruits thrive.

To be continued....