In preparation for the Cloister of Trials that is Heavy Rain, let us lift our hands and sing once more the Canto Wollium:

Dies Salis – Canto Woolium

Dies salis, Dies Illa! Solvet sæclum in Johannesi et favilla, Teste Mattheus cum Patricius. Quantus salis est futurus, Quando Woolius ex paludem est venturus, Omnis crustum mundi furari! Tuba mirum spargens sonum, Per sepulchra regionum, Coget omnes ante Cavum Wollium! Mors tremensit et natura, Cum resurget animas tenebrarum, Rex Viridi responsura. Liber probrum proferetur, In quo totum seculorlum salum et elationem continetur, Unde Mundus Ludii judicetur. Quid sum miser llquetus tunc facere? Quem patronum rogaturus, Cum vix magnissimus sit securus? Woolius Magnus! Woolius Salsus! Woolius Rex Pugillatorum! Ausculta sicut et ego laudate solis! Qui verba Liamus exaudisti, Et Chie Beata semper miravisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti! Dominus Mendacii Abundans, Qui “quanto Mahvel est?” quaerit tibi, Scutarum tuus majestatis super nos semper in praesidium erigito! Lacrimosa dies illa,Qua ad palus revertiturque Judicandus Woolius reus!

Huic ergo parce, Deus Domine! Donec hoc hodie Salis et Crustum, Venit ad nos iterum!

CODICEM ARCANEM NON OBLIVISCARTE: WOLLIEM

The Day of Salt, the Chant of Woolie

The Day of Salt, that day! Will dissolve the world in johns and in cinders, As Matt and Pat once foretold. How much salt there will be, When Woolie from the swamp ascendeth, All the pies of the world to steal! The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound Through the tombs of every realm, Will summon all before the Woolie Hole! Death and Nature at once tremble, When the souls of darkness arise, To answer to their Green King. The book of shame will be brought forth In which from across all of the ages salt and hype has been contained. By which the games of the world shall be judged. What shall I, a mere scrub, now do? Of whom might I ask intercession? When even the mightiest may hardly be sure? Great Woolie! Salty Woolie! Woolie, King of Fighters! Give ear to me as I praise the Sun! You who heeds the words of Liam, And gazes always at Blessed Chie Givest hope to me as well! Lord of Abundant Lies, Who once asked when Mahvel is, Thine majestic shield, Raise always in protection over us! Oh! That day of tears and mourning. When back to the swamp returneth, The Woolie who is to be judged!

Spare him therefore, o God! Until this, the day of salt and pies,Returns to us once more!

FORGET THEE NOT THE SECRET COVENANT: WOOLIEM