(Whispered or softly sung when honoring dead allies and enemies alike.)

**_"Their webs are cut; their weaving done.

In silk and blood, they pass beyond.

No hate, no fear, no triumph now —

Only the quiet Loom awaits.

Spin their names in mourning thread,

Tie their dreams to the dusk instead.

All fangs break.

All prey falls.

The Loom remembers...

and so shall we."_**

The Ryautjan believe that if you don't perform the "Threads of the Fallen" chant, the souls of the dead become "Tangled"— cursed to wander as malformed dream-ghosts trapped forever in the Web.

No matter how brutal the Ryautjan are, they always honor the dead. It's not about kindness — it's about keeping the Web balanced.