My curse has fallen upon the people of Jana, my hail has smitten them, their corn and their cattle; they have no food to eat.

But they are still strong for war and there is food in your land.

They come to take your corn; Jana comes to trample your god.
The Evil comes to destroy the Good, the Night to Devour the Day.

It is the last of many battles.

How shall you conquer, O People of the Child?
Not by your own strength, for you are few in number and Jana is very strong.