Hark, thou wretch! The stars have whispered thy foul sin unto me. Thou hast quenched a noble light, and now, thou shall burn in the fire of thy cursed deed. Vengeance is mine, and it shall be slow. So, it was thou, little worm. Thou hast broken a sacred bond. Think not to escape my gaze. I see thy sin written in the blood upon thy hands. Prepare thyself, for justice comes swiftly. Thou hast stolen my wife, my heart's treasure! For this, thou shalt pay, not in gold, but in torment, until thou prayest for the death that thou so cruelly gave! Thou base-born creature! Thou hast slain my wife! By the bones of my ancestors, I vow thee this: Thy soul shall know no peace, and thy body shall wither like a dying leaf in autumn. Tremble, for the wizard's wrath is upon thee!
