give me cruelty, ice-cold Artemis, give me the running blood
of those who have hurt me. Let me cut as deep
as I must; let me have no compassion for those
who do not deserve it. Let my vengeance be known
for centuries, as the name of Actaeon rang
for a thousand years.

give me judgment, steel-sharp Artemis, let me know
the heart of each man and the way
to pierce it with iron. Let me burn, Phosphoros, 
each rope that binds me and let me sing, Keladeinê,
a song that will shake the walls of the world.

when I am lost, Sôteira, wrap me in the fur
and the sinew of the wilds. Unbury my predator’s heart
and I will lose myself anew, and find again the home
that comes from homelessness. when I am tired,
Sôteira, keep me icy-clear and gold. when I am weak
remind me of the power and the glory of the moment
we spill blood on the snow. 

in return, i give you this:
all the life i have.