We have been betrayed by virtual brothers in arms
We have been dealt a great injustice
We have been turned against and they mean us harm
But I will not tolerate this
We will rise again, the soldiers of exile
We shall storm the field and make them kneel, beg, and grovel
We are the ones left behind
Beaten and battered by our own kind
So bring me your lone wolves, your unwanted, and your clan-less
For the Cult of Slaughter will show you kindness
Each one betrayed will become a demon
We are the nightmare, our cult of the forsaken
There will be war
There will be blood spilled
We will be their horror
We will rejoice in the bloodbath from the ones we've killed
Slaughter can't be spelled without laughter
And we shall laugh while we **** and die, now and forever
I was the Nuthouse Devil
And I am now the Demon of the Cult
I'll look upon my old friends and smile
As I lead our clan's uprising and revolt