Stir from your slumber;
stir you, O Wrathborn.
Be filled with Her Fury.
Rise to Her command.

Mother of the Void,
She calls out to you.
You will be Her hands.
You will be Her teeth.

You will devour
all her enemies.
Their lifeless bodies
shall be an offering.

In darkness creep,
unseen in shadow.
Be the terror
sent before Her.

Mother sends you forth.
Go; do not fail her.