• Kill the monsters from the blackened deep, slaughter their faces and grind their bones to dust. No more doth law foretell, the angry villagers do compel, to complete the ritual, of monsters, of death, of a murder so foul. Gathering together on this night of horrors, the Dark Prince doth expel, the villagers to slaughter the monsters, to slaughter, to kill, to pillage, to plunder till naught is left but a pile of bones. Cover them up, burry them in thy yonder tree, let them not come, let not the monsters arise once more, let them not kill again. Let not the Blackened Deep corrupt thy young, let its hunger erode it to nothing, to that which is beyond the grave, let the monsters rot inside their holding cell, for we are the children of God and nothing shall substantiate out claim!