Brothers and sisters, fellow sons and daughters, children of the turner of the wheel. We once were one. Black magick separated and forced to war. Our numbers decimated. We've stayed the course, stone steered, no deviation. Awash in blood, return us to our nature within the womb. Reform this brand new creature. Sinew wraps bone. Our wills we bind as one. Let us be two no more. From common mother be reborn. We fight the same war. Should silence be needed, we must blend with the shadows. We must become as the shadows. We must strike from the shadows. We must wait to reveal ourselves. We are the children of Death herself. Eyes turned toward our common cancer. We shall remove. Lies and questions with no answers crushed into jewels.
