You're heathens, I wouldn't expect you to understand. We try
and be merciful and still you murder and slaughter and call
us weak. Maybe something new is in order.

Calling us evil and hypocritical seems to be something you
actually think affects us. But why should we care what the
heathens think about -our- cause and our faith?

You whine and call me evil, blah blah blah, but never have
I let my righteous wrath consume me to the point where I
resort to gathering friends to slaughter you mercilessly,
as you do to us and somehow feel proud that we remain in
our city and in the sanctuary of Nirvana.

You think you have us cowed, that you are the stronger due
to your lack of scruples and the fact that you think you
can easily catch us in a trap of logic if we make one move
to stop you.

Here's the way it is, heathens. This is a violent, brutal
place, and if it takes violence and brutality to get the
message through your heads, so be it. I won't lie down and
let you trample the ideals of the Church in every single
arena you have available, due to the fact that we have all-
owed ourselves to be brainwashed and weakened -by our enemy-.

We're right, you're wrong, and it's time you learned that.

Israfel.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 251 AF.