Terrible were the words of Svarog’s priest, and his hatred did fill me with fear when I had listened to him so disguised amongst his most devoted followers. He did say:

Full of fear are the other tribes! They do bow to the Old Gods like prey bowing to their hunter. They bow to Praboh, who is translucent as the air and has abandoned the world; to distant Daboh, who disappears in the Night when the prayers fall silent; to Veles, who lies in wait for the souls to feast on them.

Only the ones who feed the Fire and join it are without blemish! Here are the warriors, conquerors, and rulers who do decide their own fate. Ours is the Fire, the New God: and he is hot and generous! He gave us the bonfire, so we wouldst not starve! He gave us the clay pots so we couldst gather goods! He gave us the eternal light, so the Night couldst not defeat us!

Let the cowards hunt in the woods like beasts, let them nibble the grass like goats, let them keep pigs amongst their children! While we shalt rule them and make a living from their crops and hauls! They shalt build gords for us and their women shalt bear children for us.