Praise and thanks unto thee, Lord Shaper. Thy blessing is a princely
gift indeed!

Rejoice, oh ye necromancers! Lend thy black hearts to rapture, for
indeed have we truly become the instruments of corruption and
despair! No longer will the traitorous ones amongst our ranks, who
seek to fornicate with the despised and loathed maggots of light
and nature, be welcome therin. Their cries of frustration shall be
as fitting accompaniment to the sweet defilement that shall spread
in our very wake!

By our existance, shall the world know despair. By our awareness,
shall the world fall, and from it's putrid ash, arise a new eden.
A paradise of death, where the ravening howls of the Lords of Chaos
are as fitting choir as we offer the blackened and dead earth unto
the Glorious and Divine Personages who look upon our works with
pleasure.

Fear thee not the mewling vipertuations of the light, who from lowest
ember, yea, e'en unto Auresae herself, seek to veil their continued
machinations behind a veil of righteousness. Death is not to be feared
by such as we.

Let us plant fang to jugular, fist to shattered heart, and claw to
screaming throat as we ride the glorious chariot of Belakai's
blessing to our true destiny!

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Arios, in the year 179 MA.