The wilds weep, wither and writhe. Wretched creatures have trampled our beauty.
Every day I see their corruption spread through my fields, see how my friends vanish into their hungry claws.
I will teach people to listen to the wildmothers' wishes, whether that be through talk, temptation or the tempest of my flail.
They will learn my language, even if I don't speak human.
I am Sinead; Grace of the Goddess, and this is my promise whether I perish or bloom.