We write with haste, we write with pace. Now is the hour; the pen, the quill, and all manner of deadly inks. All to wit, all to pass, now we write, with fury as our Legion. Together we must, and together we prevail, as one, and as many; for write we must. Conquest is our goal, by paper and sand, and in conquest; shall all be revealed. Again and again, we shall resume; laughing from shadows, and ever vigilant; to keep the flame of Anger, mighty and true. Scream not, for here we roar, Cry not, for here we wail. And to the Heavens we march, bearing now, Our sacred shattered emblem.