Listen to the voices of the old ones,
Festering disease: madness brings you to your knees.
Sew the strings of lunacy into your limbs;
Become a marionette to their whim.
A plaything willing to commit all atrocities in their name.

Laugh away the pain;
Numb the aching of your bones with debauchery,
Blood and ashes fill your lungs;
War and Death become your only gods.
A puppet of made flesh made to dance the dance of hate:
Steel meets steel on a field of corpses
That feed the blackbirds of despair.

Insatiable hunger for the next victim of your blade;
No longer haunted by the stench of lifeless bodies,
Completely subservient to the voices in your head.
A true crusader born under their sacred rite:
To **** another human being for their righteous cause.