(Only sung when they destroy entire worlds. Deep, rhythmic, with drums and mourning horns.)

**_"We weave the final thread.

We spin the death of suns.

Webs tighten, worlds fall,

Stars bleed, voids call.

In the name of the Ten Fang-Lords,

In the memory of broken threads,

In the hunger of the Silent Matrons,

In the blood of the Loom unmade —

WE CUT.

WE SPIN.

WE DRINK THE LAST BREATHS.

Webs tighten, worlds fall,

Stars bleed, voids call.

Fangs rise! Looms die!

Fangs rise! Looms die!

Fangs rise! Looms die!

SPIN THE FINAL THREAD!

CUT THE FINAL THREAD!

(Drums pound)

WEAVE.

SPIN.

END."_**