To the burned, the hanged, the beheaded. To the Hag, the Belly-slitter, the fate-weaver! The Mothers of Death, we call upon you! Release us from the rotting flesh that encases our spirit! Let us don the dreaded Wolf's skin, allow us to hide in the darkness to attack our foe! Give us strength in the face of despair! May our teeth gnash and our nails claw through the enemy. Doom is on the horizon - let us welcome it. LONG LIVE DEATH!