WE are many, yet exist as one
WE have a message for the Tortured One:
The darkness WE have seen in the mines of Eckley
Rivals not the darkness WE have seen within your soul
For WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
You seek to defile the sons of Eckley and the son of Opal
Yet like the coward you have always been
You send others to fight your battles
Know this: Your time is at hand, but not soon enough for US
Like a shadow on the Moors on a moonless night
They will never see US coming
For WE are that which you fear the most
In the hours before dawn be still and listen
For only then will you hear the clarion call from Tel Megiddo sound glúin báis.
A year ago today, WE swore an oath to our departed brother Jacob.
WE have returned.
Is minic cuma aingeal ar an Diabhal féin.