A bear mind burn in the body of a woman, daughters of the wolf Fenrir, free of flesh, she-wolves howl in the storm of Odin. Claw marks on the face, fangs you have seen, no more human shape, Valhalla roaring like the furious and ululating winds of the ocean in our eyes, fearless, even as pups, we will drink blood from our enemies' wounds, in marriage we will rage in the battlefield of corpses, we piss in your forest, the Mother of War commands us, transform your skin, my sisters, slaughter-wolves, berserkers, become your fury, become as beautiful as your place in the veiled sky, be like the Mother, none survive this rage, none can, her fury, her claws, her roar worse than their death cries.