The wisdom of beauty,
The receipt of life,
The arcane duty,
Carved with a knife.

A glance at the world of the eternal obscure,
Could show thee the filth of the so-called pure.
Two kings,
One throne.
Two roads,
Unknown.

And the wisdom to know this difference,
Between life and unholy existence,
Between Heaven's abyss and Abaddon's bliss,
Between victimless war and dreadful peace,
Will grant thee with oath of eternal bliss.
And give thee the strength to forge on and on,
With hope for triumph on the edge of the dawn,

Know that in your fearsome lust to be strong,
There is no right,
There's only wrong.
Know that with every breath in this war,
Comes the truth of this arcane lore.