The Soothsayers Bone

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ― William Shakespeare, The Tempest Official Video here: https://youtu.be/mmZTqpvTZCs?si=u5ks4YE7XDx6bhlx Check out the review over at Doomed & Stoned: https://doomedandstoned.com/post/813332350278746112/mystictapedeck The Soothsayer's Bone is said to be the femur of a prophet and psychic so ancient, their name has been forgotten to the mists of time. The bone has been passed down through a long chain of people in positions of great power around the world. It is said to possess great fortune telling powers, granting whomever holds it the ability to use it as a sort of diving rod to merge normally disconnected timelines and open a window through the astral veil - through which the future can be seen. The outcomes appear as implanted “memories” in the mind of the user, who can then “see” the future outcome of a chain of causal events as though they are recalling something they had already experienced. The relic has a history of being passed down through a long chain of tyrannical rulers who have used the powers of the bone to forecast the outcome of military battles and political upheavals. It was especially useful in the hands of despots and oppressors who used it only for personal gain and securing their continuing authoritarian power. While the bone could potentially be used to advance humanity and create a more just and peaceful world, instead it has passed the eons in the hands of simple minded evildoers who use it instead for personal gain and power over others. Some legends say that it was always meant to serve only the needs of its most selfish and hateful masters, but that one day it will fall into the possession of someone who will make great peace with it and vanquish evil from the Earth. Nazilic scholars say that the relic has existed through multiple iterations of the great cycle, and is fiercely guarded by those in power who hold it, preventing it from landing in the hands of the one who will use it for the goodly benefit of all humankind. Many of these despotic leaders have insisted they be buried with the artifact, being unwilling to part with it even in death, but it has been dug up and robbed from their graves each and every time. Nazilic monks believe it is their destiny to finally possess the bone, and that it will play a role in the final dissolution of the shining one by falling into the hands of one who shall rise from amongst their own ranks. So far, however, they have not been successful in obtaining it through several iterations of the great cycle. LYRICS: --------------------- They plough their fields They sow their rows They weave their blankets for the nights when the cold wind blows They swing their scythe They reap their stow And they grind their crusty bread with the soothsayer’s bone They light their fires Burn their effigies All dancing deep in madness, rapt in ecstacy They wave their flags They wail and moan And they beat the war drums with the soothsayer’s bone They’re the prowlers on the prairie They’re the keepers of the key They’re the shadow steppers stepping, stepping over you and me They’re the dreamers of the desert And they’re never at home And they stir their bubbling stew with the soothsayer’s bone They pour their wine They fill their grail Collect the seeping gore in gilded golden pails They nod and chant Ascend the throne And they pierce the astral veil with the soothsayer’s bone They pick their battles They win their fights Adore their kings and revere their shining knights They sacrifice the innocent For sins they must atone And they pick their rotten teeth with the soothsayer’s bone They’re the prowlers on the prairie They’re the keepers of the key They’re the shadow steppers stepping, stepping over you and me They’re the dreamers of the desert And they’re never at home And they stir their bubbling stew with the soothsayer’s bone