writhren zigzagged between the rocks and chanted , by the power of the small one , who strikes with deadly speed , by the power of the fiery one , whose anger is fearful indeed , by the power of the beautiful one , whose gaze will make you melt , by the power of the hungry one , who feeds to stretch his belt , by the power of the pale one , also called the undead blue sparks burst in the air as the mighty one clenched her in his claws .