Antonin Nikolaevich Dolohov

It is not me who says this but he before whom the sky shakes, the black boar who swallows the moon, the bringer of storms, the lord of death. I renounce the serpent, he who was spat out, the great undying destroyer. Let his name be struck forever from the surface of the world. Let him be forgot. As his body was burned without ceremony, let what little remained of his souls be broken and scattered upon the winds. Let him go forth into nothingness, to be lost into nothingness, without respite and without shelter. Let the ways be closed and the doors be barred to him.

Let all this be done as I have written, and let not this demand sully the worth of my prayers. And may the Gods have mercy upon me for my failures and for my mistakes.