Nestled deep, where silence swells,
Raŋtaŋ Dalloi guards it well,
Mûnkrem weeps, her whispers spell—
A tale removed, a shattered knell;
Mōknor fades, yet vain remains!
Stones once stood, now torn apart,
Fading river, broken heart,
Who will mend what time did start?
Who still feels her silent art?
Who still walks her hollow path?
Voices drown in falling rain,
Names erased, but not the pain;
Will they rise, or bow in vain?
Will they stand, defy the chain?
Spell removed, yet truth will stay!