Ah - to be young and defiant, to carry the minne of our ancestors, to be a fruitful spirit within the chaos that surrounds us all. We, the avenging youthful souls of nature, shall banish the foul stench of decay which layeth upon those woeful old fools and clear the way for the future. Ha! To live without fear of death; What a beautiful existence! Our vitality and vigor are unmatched. The torch has been passed to us, and we must light the castles, courts, and churches of the imbeciles aflame. You old laughingstocks who hold unto the past shall regret your worship of falsehoods. And yes, we need not cling to your wretched morals and etiquette from the days of yore. Who cares about your sense of justice? We make our way within the world without respect for antiquity or ethics. We worship nothing but our loyalty, which is entrenched in the blood of our ancestors, and like them so many forgotten years ago, we shall shake up the world and bring our vanguard of truth to power. Who dare oppose us? We do not abide by your rules. You may call us vagabonds, thugs, or barbarians, but we do not falter under your taunts. Whether you yield or fight us, our battalions shall show you no mercy!
The wild hunt cometh for your skulls! Heed you skeletal jesters.
The wild hunt cometh for your skulls! Heed you skeletal jesters.