Dark Brotherhood.

The ancient ways are gone, but not forgotten, the dark magick still lives. Come to me, servant of the Dark Fire, you my friend, my shield-brother.

Time has come. Everywhere, the first signs of the harvest to come start to appear into the hearts and minds of many of you, stirring their dark, obsessive fantasies, their lust for power, their taste for might, conquest and domination. Soon these people will gather and re-invent the old, dark rituals and arcanes, and put together what was once shattered.
      The survivors of Kali Yuga, strong and pure. My brethren with their beautiful hearts of metal and stone.
      
      The time will come,the turning of the tide, the very moment we called in our dreams for so long, and it will lead us again on terrible and cruel roads, until this feeble world is ours for the taking.
      
      Stand and be recognised, my brother-friend. Embrace the dark faith. You won't need to be lied to, or deceived, or forced to bend to anyone's will. Some of you are still in denial and don't want to admit it yet, but you will serve the Dark Brotherhood out of free will, not because you have to, but because you deeply want to. Yes, your instinct will lead you there, for it's a dark fire so pure, a black diamond doomed to reflect our own light. Primal, elemental, animal. So hot, so greedy, so full of unsatisfied appetites, wicked desires and lust for power.
      
      You recognise them at the first sight, the ones of our kind. We have a dark, undying flame burning into our eyes and hearts, and the world is not big enough for us. We live for the intoxicating thrill of adrenalin rushing through our veins, the thirst for forbidden knowledge, and we will do anything to quench this thirst. Yes, verily, for when such a heart is thirsty, it will drink even from dark, forbidden wells.

To us, the shadow and the flame. To us, the bright steel and the everlasting fire. To us, the defiant laughter, when the remnants of this sad age will come crashing down!