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Oh instrument of God force -Fed on ignorance and lies,so blind and narrow-mindedthat you cannot compromise.Even the most foolish theifshould know what he is taking -lest he find himself within acage of his own making.The Ways of Wyrd are many andour path you must decide,for the secrets that you seekare all around you-use your eyes.The threads cannot be brokenthat have brought you here to me -and bind two foes togetherlike the best of enemies.You gaze upon me -I can tell what you see,a simple man -with simple thoughts andsimple needs.Superstition -preying on a mind filled with fear,opposition-to all your `enlightened` ideas.Yet I will show you more thanyou can comprehend,beware delusion is adangerous friend.Ask loaded questions seekingknowledge of a faith thatyou wish to pervert -all our values,with hidden meaningsyou try concealing yourunderlying wish to convert -`heathen` souls,to a faith that will doubtlesssend our Gods to the grave -mistake you`re making overlookingthe fact that we might not wantto be `saved`.THE SORCERERS CREED:Fear is an old friend of mine,we have met many times before.(Drawn to these spirits likemoths to a flame-when there is no risk thenthere can be no gain).Death is a harsh fact of lifeyou cannot avoid or ignore.The Life-force is as strong inyou as it is strong in me,the difference is what youhold captive I set free.You seek to subjugate allthose who won`t comply,I`ll take your prejudice andpride and show you why -the values that you hold so dear(all your laws and rules),they hold no more sway herethan the mutterings of fools.Just look about you andI`m sure that you will find -Heaven lies within our heartsand Hell is but a figment ofyour mind.These teachings that you deem sosacred bcome words devoid of meaning,when compared unto a faith thatpreaches something worth believing.What is to become of us whentruth is turned to lies,will none remain to wipe the tearswhen Mother Nature cries?Proceed with caution -subservient to all you survey,hidden dangers await us oneach step of our way.Do not falter -for if you do you will fall,prey unto perils far worsethan you`ve encountered before.Compared unto the threats we faceyour devil seems so mild,a relic from the faerie-tales mymother told me as a child.Why do you carry your Godlike a weapon -a dagger drawn ready to strikeat the heart of a foe when youdon`t really know the reasonthat you fight? -to replace our disgrace withthe `loving` embrace of your Lord -can`t you see that the plansmade for me and my peopleto us seem absurd.THE SORCERORS CREED:Death is the only recourseI require in my hour of need.(Drawn to the spirits likemoths to a flame -when there is no risk thenthere can be no gain).Impassive it shows no remorsefor folly and greed.Pre-emptive prejudice hasdogmatised your life,these blinkered views that onceheld true will no longer suffice.For in my world there is no pointwhere you can draw the line,`twixt good and evil,saint and sinner,damnate and divine.Shaven-headed servant ofan infantile faith -by what right do you presumeto come and take my place?If there is one grain of truthamidst your hoard of lies,`tis"Love your neighbour as yourself"with this alone I can abide.These teachings that you deem sosacred bcome words devoid of meaning,when compared unto a faith thatpreaches something worth believing.What is to become of us whentruth is turned to lies,will none remain to wipe the tearswhen Mother Nature cries?THE WAY OF THE WARRIORWhen living your lifelike an arrow in flightyou must always accept thatthe end is in sight,be gtateful at least for the factthat you knew you came to death -he did not come for you.You are like targetswho sit and await -patiently sufferthe arrows of fate,saying "I am but mortaland destined to die -I can change nothingso why should I try?"Each morning you wake is an`ember day` dawning,your penance for living inpermanent mourning.By erst while ideals yourhearts are enslaved,you crawl out of the cradlestraight into the grave.What reward is a banquetof red wine and bread,when you hunger for life -but on death you are fed?Do not underestimatethe task you undertake,overcome your hopes and fearsand meet them face to fate.These spirits aren`t your enemies -but neither are they friends,do not dare insult them lestall nature you offend.They who were here before uswill remain when we have gone,and though we`re long forgottenstill their memory will live on.Perhaps one day mankind will seethe error of it`s ways,and in it`s future glimpsereflections of our yesterdays.Drawn to these spirits likemoths to a flame -when there is no riskthen there can be no gain.

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The Best Of Enemies (wulf`s Tale)

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