Ye shall stab the red blade to its hilt
In the black heart that lieth beneath.
“With My Name on your lips ye shall draw;
And the Name which your lips may not speak
Ye shall bear in your soul, as ye wreak
The ultimate end of My Law.
“My Anger encompassed them still
When they took the Black Vow, nothing loath;
My Oath rose up over their oath,
And broke it and bent to My Will.