- [repeated line]
- Cryotek: Three suns aligned, pour forth their might, and fill the archer's bow with might!
- [repeated line]
- Witterquick: Sheathe these feet in the driving gale. Make swift these legs; o'er land I sail!
- [repeated line]
- Cravex: O mist-filled pits dark, dank, unclear, touch all before me with frost-fingered fear!
- [repeated line]
- Darkstorm: By what creeps, what crawls, by what does not, let all that grows recede and rot!