_"Fangs rise, fangs fall,

The Loom shivers, the prey calls.

We are the breaking, the tear in the thread,

We are the silence, the cradle of dread.

Strike without sound, kill without name,

Drink of their dreams, feast on their shame.

The web is torn, the prey is spun —

Fangs upon the Loom — it is done."_

"One cut unseen,

One life undone.

The Loom will not miss you —

And neither shall we."