You have sensed the call of the Abyss and been given the ability to see through the sham of those who would steal your soul. You have refused to bend your knee and crawl for their crumbs. You have had the strength to say, "Bugger Off" to your would-be masters and strike out on your own to make your own future. The spirit of the wolf rises up in your mind and heart, and you have climbed to the highest mountain there to add your voice to the hordes of Hell, you are indeed a wolf, not a sheep. You are a member of the Pack!
There is no question of your identity now! No longer shall the doomsayers raise a knot of fear within your gut at their words of destruction, but instead, true to your breed, you shall seek the weakness of your enemies and strike with your Pack Mates when the time is right to thin their numbers.
On the day of retribution, enemy hearts will quiver and quake with fear as they hear the hunting cries of the Pack, circling about them, bearing down in the darkness, running this way and that. Amid the stark confusion, they will perceive their end, and they must deal with it. For them, there is nowhere to run and they are too weak to deal with our numbers. Yes, there is strength in numbers. We are the Children Of The Black Rose, and we run together as of one heart and mind.
Our Enemies will feel their hearts freeze as sharp teeth and claws rend their weakened souls and drain them of their spirit and resolve. No more shall fiery crosses burn in the night as the great fires of Hell shall rise up hotter and brighter than anything before seen as the aroma of burning brimstone fills the air with the knowledge of the truth and the power of Hell. We shall rise from the depths to the heights!
Yes, you have by your own free will crossed over to the DarkLite and your soul is your own. You are now of great stature. No more must fear pervade your being at the dismal words of the mystical opposition. You have strength, power and stature. Your teeth are sharp and your claws are powerful. Your eyes glow red in the night, and the time has come for the enemy to fear you. You will fight for that which is yours. No longer are you alone as your brothers and sisters are many, and as you run and hunt in the night, you can hear their voices behind you, offering their support, a vast wolf Pack that holds the herds of the world and their masters at bay-- until the time is right.
The Age of Lucifer is at hand! The Gates of Hell open wide to accept all who would take up the cause of greatness and rid the world of the oppression of the transgressors and thieves who would commandeer the All for their own through lies and deceit without having to fight for it. They live in a dream. Feel the heat. Their time is over and their hearts have failed. Their blood has turned to water, and their flesh to a cracker, pasty and limp in the sweat of fear. They abhor death and that which follows and would grovel in the shadow of their masters for the shreds of succor. They fear the Wolf Pack as it prowls in the night and shudder in their pens of protection where their masters fail them as they have no real power nor the heart to defend them against the powers of Hell.
The enemy follows a power of one. We are a power of many, and any one of us can raise the fires of passion, fearlessly in the night. The birds of prey circle over head in the light of the moon, waiting, for the time when they can swoop down and feed on our leavings. Lucifer is the Lord of the Earth, and the birds already know the outcome. They are patient...
