Do not tempt the Daedra Lords with restlessness. Give them freely as our ancestors did so that their dire gazes do not fall upon our tribe. It is best to offer the Princes their rightful due when the seasons show us their brief favor, lest they call upon us in the lean times. You will know the portents by the fatness of the guar, you will know it by the stench of the sea on the inland, and you will know it by the wanderings of the lost peoples along their false gods' path.
Lead the tribe to great Almurbalarammi, for that is where the ancestors made their pact and so it will be there that the pact is renewed. Upon arrival, alight a pyre of grain. It must be fed until the ritual is concluded. There will be no bellies full until the Princes have had their fill.
Each day, as the sun crests the distant waves, gather the living sacrifice at our ancient altar in Almurbalaramm. Split their throats over the stone with a black glass blade and invoke the Daedra Lords while the blood is still fresh. Spurn not one, or our suffering will be assured and terrible.
Spread the sacrificial entrails to the far corners of the altar before the sun reaches its true height and leave the offerings to the Princes' mercy. When the host of Namira and touch of Peryite have befouled the corpse, you will know the day's feast in concluded.
Attendants may remove the offending and wash the altar with the oils of anointment. On the day of longest dusk, Azura signals that our offerings are satisfactory to the Daedric Lords. Only then may we break our fast and cease our application. Do not tarry in Almurbalarammi, for for it is their place.