Ir Yût, the Deathsinger (Grimoire Card)

Ir Yût, the Deathsinger (Grimoire Card)
Information
Category	Enemies
Subcategory	Exalted Hive
Acquired by	Defeating Ir Yût, the Deathsinger in Crota's End
Grimoire Score	10
Stats Tracked	Kills, Deaths
Description	Eriana! Let's sing. Sing with me. No, no, you rattling machine, not yet, it's too soon: we don't know the words. We'll learn the song down there. We can learn it from Her. She comes up from the deep dark places where the greater Hive await to sing it to us, and here's a puzzle for you— The song is death. To hear it is to die. To know the words is mortal. Oh, good point, Eriana, death is just a word, isn't it? A catch-all term for the failure to go on, nothing spiritual, nothing with its own quiddity. We all died once, and it did not prove insurmountable. But what if what if what if, shhh listen, what if death were reified, described in its totality, made autonomous and universal, separate from any context or condition? What if She could invoke the ending of anything? How, then, would She know the song, and sing it, without Herself dying? Perhaps they know a way to make themselves part of the song, part of something vast and burning that rots and peels into ash but never ever ends. Perhaps She has engineered this for Him, and pinned His power up against the quiddity of death itself. I am so terribly curious to know.

Ir Yût, the Deathsinger is a Grimoire Card in the Enemies category and Exalted Hive subcategory. It can be obtained by killing Ir Yût, the Deathsinger in Crota's End.

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Ir Yût, the Deathsinger (Grimoire Card)

Information
Category	Enemies
Subcategory	Exalted Hive
Acquired by	Defeating Ir Yût, the Deathsinger in Crota's End
Grimoire Score	10
Stats Tracked	Kills, Deaths
Description	Eriana! Let's sing. Sing with me. No, no, you rattling machine, not yet, it's too soon: we don't know the words. We'll learn the song down there. We can learn it from Her. She comes up from the deep dark places where the greater Hive await to sing it to us, and here's a puzzle for you— The song is death. To hear it is to die. To know the words is mortal. Oh, good point, Eriana, death is just a word, isn't it? A catch-all term for the failure to go on, nothing spiritual, nothing with its own quiddity. We all died once, and it did not prove insurmountable. But what if what if what if, shhh listen, what if death were reified, described in its totality, made autonomous and universal, separate from any context or condition? What if She could invoke the ending of anything? How, then, would She know the song, and sing it, without Herself dying? Perhaps they know a way to make themselves part of the song, part of something vast and burning that rots and peels into ash but never ever ends. Perhaps She has engineered this for Him, and pinned His power up against the quiddity of death itself. I am so terribly curious to know.