(O.o what language is that? It looks almost like Latin. But... "The Spirit of the Tribe, you swim from truth, you come from spirits and sleep. From all and from any bad..." Then I can't figure out what language "Matos" is from. Not Latin. And anyway the translation makes no sense.)
(Oh, got it. From the wiki:  [i]For reasons unknown, the majority of spells used by practitioners of Spirit Magic and/or Traditional Magic are spoken in an ancient language very similar to Latin.[/i])
"Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Uenes Phasmatos Et Somnos. Ex Totum Ex Um Maleo Matos" Ame said. Her voice, already high and immature, took on a very bright, almost bell-like sound. "Ut somnia nocturna, ut vigilans diurnus, veritati venes." Adding her own spell onto the counter-spell. Her magic flowed out of her too, but she (just barely) managed to retain her footing. "Oh please work please work please work...." she mumbled. And then the world went black and she collapsed next to Shadow.