...and when learns the Lord of this  He sends His beastesses to the manfools  who attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes  and build Him a house of they rotting skins...  - from the legends of the old age

His priestess took her staff and hits a rocks,  from which a stream of milks and honeys flewed  they dranks of it, and fore long the streams turned to blood...

And they dranks of that too, praising the gifts of the  Woodsie Lord, whether theys be  sweetness or foul...  - unindentified parchment