Episode
Splinterlands Radio - The Splintering Waltz
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- May 9, 2026
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- 286
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Summary
Thanks for tuning in to Splinterlands Radio …. Silus cracked the seam of dawn and the world went up in shards One hundred parts of living fell to one dark hand of cards Chaos Legion laughing as the old maps burned to ash Ninety-nine from every hundred gone in one impossible flash [Pre-Chorus] Now the stones remember what the mothers used to sing When the veil went thin as lace and the sky forgot a king [Chorus] The Splintering, the Splintering we still hear it in the floor The Splintering, the Splintering made seven worlds and more (sing the shards) The Splintering, the Splintering now we summon at the gate For land, for gold, for breathing room we bargain with our fate [Verse 2] Praetoria rose in rumor when the veil fell from the west Resource-rich and newly found like a jewel against the chest Seven territories waking under banners, bone, and rain Chaos Empire still occupying with its iron-grinned claim Pristine Northwest shines pale blue New Dawn keeps a watchful light Broken Lands and Wilhelmdale split the hush of endless night [Pre-Chorus] Land of Prosperity feeds the hungry, feeds the bold Mox City counts its copper coins and dares the wind to fold [Chorus] The Splintering, the Splintering we still hear it in the floor The Splintering, the Splintering made seven worlds and more (sing the shards) The Splintering, the Splintering now we summon at the gate For land, for gold, for breathing room we bargain with our fate [Bridge] Central Fire on the foothills of Mount Praetorous glows Wild Northeast, Feranon where the thorny cold wind blows Great Lowlands, Miterstedt where the mud and moon conspire Shimmering Coasts, New Beluroc with saltglass in the fire [Break] Hey now, call your shield call your spark, call your name One world broke into seven and we all play the s…