Four voices in Balkan harmonies, with Lule's shamanic drum, Marja's kantele, Roisin's bouzouki and Nuala's bodhran, were calling down a harsh rebuke on those who had harmed their friend, the American shamanic researcher, in an online roleplaying controversy a year before:

We who once sang on your behalf
Now turn our singing against you.
For it's a poor spellsinger indeed
Who cannot both hex and heal.

You who have harmed a spellsinger,
Hear the warning that tolls for you:
For any spellsinger worth her salt
Can hex as well as heal.

You have judged sadly in error,
To cross Jovana Sandansky of Skopje.
Do not presume to spit on the scrolls
Of one who has laboured hard for you.

You brought judgment upon yourselves,
To turn out a song-sister of Marja Karppinen:
For she can summon a thousand like her
To sing sorrow down on your heads.

Scores have learned, to their chilling grief,
Not to offend such as Lule Gierran.
An unfriendly joik from her kind
Will pierce your soul like ice.

Now, reap what you have sown,
As Eris Discordia rides down upon you;
For a poor spellsinger she is indeed,
Who cannot hex as well as heal.

"Merlin H. Christ", Finola breathed in Jovana's ear. "I cain't understand anything but your names, but that one sounds a bit sharp for my virgin ears, for sure..."

"Oh, don't worry yourself, my dear", Jovana laughed in reply. "It wasn't about you..."