Us? We are as our father. Our blood is filled with fighting, Thick with trauma, Touched with love. Our hearts pump three ingredients To stir one strange elixir. From the blood grew a figure, Distorted and hungry. We threw silver to bind it down, Only to find that it had bound us first. When the links shatter apart We recognize we cannot chain the beast. This beast born from blood does not know how to stop The all-consuming blind rage, the only thing it sees. So, like our father, We had to master the spell to calm our spirit, To remember what is behind it - Ourselves. Never forget that. Of all important lessons here, Number one is this: Passion must have a cause Or you can smell the wood burning for miles. Passion lights fire to buildings, Bridges, Whole cities of those we love. Passion must be put to work Or it is a force of destruction. Don't allow yourself to walk through desolation Or let the ashes of what you would have once died for Now speckle your hair. Without reason, blood and spirit, You make the ultimate sacrifice. Because of this, we know: We are the children of Angels and demons Here, we pay the price.