Words of the Constant
WortoxIt all comes tumbling down.
WortoxIt all comes tumbling down.
WortoxTumbley, rumbley, falling right down.
WortoxHickory dickory dock, hyuyu!
WortoxThe hands have stopped. Time is difficult to grasp.
WortoxRubble, ruin!
WortoxNo souls to see.
WortoxHuff and puff, and blow your house down!
WortoxA door to nowhere, hyuyu!
WortoxIt all comes tumbling down.
WortoxNone can impede this imp!
WortoxOh whiskers. It's locked tight.
WortoxIt doesn't like the air, oh no.
WortoxSo long, sweet fish soul.
WortoxMortals tongues seem to like it.
WortoxHumans use it as a "spice".
WortoxThe mortals crave these minerals.
WortoxThe minerals are ready.
WortoxIt's meant to go above a pond.
WortoxSticky, icky sap!
WortoxIt's for filling up with sap.
WortoxTiny little baby tree.
WortoxWhoops-a-doodle!
WortoxPlant them in a plot of land.
WortoxI don't like this sort of prank.
WortoxMortals say grinding it brings out the flavor.
WortoxI bet the mortals would like some of that.
WortoxGone, all gone.
WortoxSpice! ...How nice!
WortoxFweehee, what a special tree!
WortoxThat's a wrap on the sap.
WortoxThose bugs are tree thugs!
WortoxThe tap will soon make sap!
WortoxSweet, sugary sap!
WortoxAn unfortunate mishap befell the tree sap.
WortoxDo you feel it loom? Your impending doom?
WortoxMy oh my, you look ill! Low of spirit, green 'round the gill.
WortoxSleeping like the fishes. Hyuyu!
WortoxA house that's cobbled from bits and bobs.
WortoxNothing but bits and bobs left.
WortoxFor making sweet treats.
WortoxI could throw it at the wyrm!
WortoxCooked, but not into a dish.
WortoxStrange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
WortoxWhat a funny face you have!
WortoxHyuyu, what a funny moustache!
WortoxThat's a tiny turnip.
WortoxCooked, but not into a dish.
WortoxStrange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
WortoxThe mortals grind it up with big rocks.