Hidden in the dark wood's obscurity their thoughts have ripened to refined plans. The first strike's day has been fixed long ago - long desired it's unstoppably approaching.
The black blood flows through the hearts of clever men of rare and noble race. Their hate grew big during stupidity ruled the world and nature was impoverished.
This selfish awful pack shall be drowned in holy blood. The plague must find its end. No mercy shall fall to any begging arse-hole's share. The bounden duty's clear - the Fiend must be erased - must fall - must die for any price.