Worship the skull, feel its power. Lay low to death for the power it grants in life. It is the way of the swamp, it is the way of the skull. Know that what lies within is the moaning spirit of a thousand warriors, each as brave as yourself. Delve into the depths of murky water to find a power that is matched only in strength by the jaws of those who live beneath. Wade through blood and tread against the weight of doom.
See the skull, know its evil. Hold the skull up to the moon, hold it tight to your breast. Touch your hand to it, and touch it to your soul. Give it what it needs, and it gives you what you lack. Clasp the skull tight, you two headed giant. Hold death’s hand in marriage. See your own demise as you pour your heart into the power that is necropotence.