We Shadowscales will bring the younglings and womenfolk to the shrine of our mother goddess, Coatliuitl, the Feathered Serpent, to be sacrificed. The children shall be sacrificed first, their blood and organs will be as sweet meats to our goddess, The Mother Who Devours Our Own. Then shall come the womenfolk, their eyes plucked from their eyes so that they may never know her beauty, their ears filled with wax that they may never hear her voice, and their tongues removed that they may never speak her name in vain. They shall have their bellies split open, their unfertilized eggs, children to never be, removed, one eaten by each of we, Her most blessed daughters, and the remainder placed upon Her altar. After their younglings have died and their bodies been made barren, they shall be slain, one at a time, on our goddess's altar, their dying screams a beautiful melody to our great and terrible mother. And our great mother, Coatliuitl, The Feathered Serpent, She Who Dwells Within the Mountain, The Giver and Destroyer, She Who Slumbers With Dreams of Kinslaying, will give our tribe her blessing and their tribe her curse. Her taste for her offspring's blood will be set upon them, and her favor upon us. Praise Coatliuitl! Praise The Feathered Serpent!