Malok! Cunning Malok, sly and slippery!

Savathûn begat you to betray me

To poison slowly, gnaw from within


Liar Malok!

You are meant to tithe upon Oryx

To feed your maker with secret blight

Your secret is two lies


You betrayed your maker; your mother

You hid yourself from Savathûn

The tithing does not reach her jaws


Your Thrall strength now is Acolyte strength

Your Acolyte strength now is Knight strength

Your thieving pride is known and fed


Malok! Listen —

I took you from your mother, my sister

Your shape is new

This shape is poison — the shape of secrets


I name you Malok, which means My Poison

A prize to taunt sister Savathûn

Steal now for me