They will bleed rotten blood, in pestilence.
Even their bones shall crumble.
Tell them so, First Man of my Name.
For the sun and the moon are alive, and watching with gleaming eyes.
And the earth is alive, and ready to shake off his fleas.
And the stars are ready with stones to throw in the faces of men.
And the air that blows good breath in the nostrils of people and beasts
Is ready to blow bad breath upon them, to perish them all.
The stars and the earth and the sun and the moon and the winds
Are about to dance the war dance round you, men!