The Ballad of the Inchoroi is an ancient Kûniüri folk song.
- And the Nonman King cried words that sting:
- "Now to me you must confess,
- For death above you hovers!"
- And the Emissary answered ever wary:
- "We are the race of flesh,
- We are the race of lovers."
- ↑ The Darkness That Comes Before, Chapter 9, p. 254