When I made My Court I said, look, I am an emancipator, I am a truth-teller

I must make room in My Court for joy

Raising great tribute, I took council with my vanquisher worm

It spoke to me — it was the speech of truth

It ate of me — it was the pact I made

It showed me a shape — it was the correct shape of joy

Saying: this is the shape of joy, oh ruler mine


Come forth, Kagoor, and be created into My Court

Speak of your sport. I compel it. I will compare it to this shape.


Sayeth Kagoor, World-Render, who split all moons

My joy is mastery, and dominion

It is the joy of rule


Sayeth Kagoor, I compel the loyalty of all new flesh

Huge and furious in its hunger

That which may not otherwise be commanded

My death is hidden in this sport


I rendered my decision against her, as Oryx, Geometer of Shapes

It was decided on the taste of her tribute

Upon the shape of her sport


Sayeth Crota, My Son

I will raise new flesh that even Kagoor cannot rule.

In this way I will expand Our Might


That is the count of My Court, O Yul

Listen to it carefully. It is my claim.