Behold the Seven Truths of Evil
And the wisdom that they give
The principles that we swear to,
The laws by which we live.

People tend to misconceive,
But there is no debate;
Evil is not mindless crime
It's pursuing to be great

It is all so simple
Yet they think it's "wrong"
To be such friends with pain
That we may become strong

What room is there for weakness
When carrying out Evil deeds?
If frail be mind, body and soul
Advancement we ourselves impede

Forgiveness, lack of self-restraint
Is room to repeat mistakes
If tolerated are our errors,
Our standards we forsake

The blades and whips that flay our skin
The pain that we endure,
Leaves scars, reminders of our growth
For pain is a grandeur

To grow accustomed to one's screams of pain
Lightens conscience's weight
So that during our glorious sinful acts,
We cannot hesitate

Through suffering must we gain our might,
Our spirits we cannot neglect;
So bribery allures us not,
And temptation we reject

Hear their words, and heed them well
Engrave them in your soul
For we seek to reach a unified
Glorious Evil goal.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 377 AF.