The followers of Crota swing Hammers,

Sing death-songs:

Fatal.

Final.

Absolute.


Ir Halak and Ir Anûk laugh at Crota.

Finality is a child's plaything,

Fit for one such as Crota,

They say.


No Hammer for the Unraveler and the Weaver,

But a Spindle, wound with woe.

For their foes,

No end of suffering.