Pray not to gods who show their scorn of thee.
But, O ye gods of hell, ye furies dire,965
Who work your vengeance on the crimes of men,
And thou, my father's restless spirit, come
And bring this tyrant fitting punishment.
[To her guards.]
The death you threaten has no terrors now
For me. Go, set your ship in readiness,970
Unfurl your sails, and let your pilot seek
The barren shores of Pandataria.