The Ravenmaster

And let he who hath no honour cast the first stone
Born of the serpent, their bastard dynasty tremble In fear behind armour of scorn
Mocking the valour of those proud enough
To stand mighty, to stand true

But no more!

For I would cast them out from the glory of the sombre forest
Crush them, lest they bask in the radiance of the winter moon
Pluck out their weak and worthless hearts
So no more they profane this hallowed kingdom

Aye, and let my words ring clear
Throughout England's fair lands
So all our brethren rejoice
That our time of deliverance is at hand
The night is upon us
and on her black wings we shall ride....

To victory!