Born unto a [bad word] nation, 
The dying remnants of our breed. 
Aura's of,an ancient past, 
Of those that knew so long before.... 

But time goes on... 
Misanthropic breed, 
Engulf our suffering, 
Food for the strong. 

To [bad word] is the way of the warrior, 
Regret not that which we have done, 
Regret that which we have not. 

Blackness in our pride, 
Cast the event o'er again. 
Let thy wisdom be thy guide, 
Let thy will be thy gain. 
And feed. 

Gluttonous rapture. 
The sword so bravely held, 
Marked with the blood of death (the certainty of life). 

Time,the foe of all whom wouldst not taste. 
Let mine will be fulfilled, 
Let the rest go to waste. 

Let the [bad word]  
At war with the race (of humanity). 

"Primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment..." 

"They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound." 
"Are my methods unsound?" 
"I don't see any method at all."