Through the waking of the morning, let there be naught but what is in your summonings, in your invocations, in your curses.

What there is, is. There is naught else.

Abide by this, in the hour of darkness.

Follow through in the vanity of the night.

There is nothing but simple deaths fading on the misplaced winds. You who know so much and are a master of this realm, what say you now?