From the ends of the heavens... from the North, South, East and West winds...we have come.
From the throne of Orion, the footstool of god... from the stars of Draco and from the darkest corners...we have come.
Prepare a table for all my guests, every man will bow at the knees with servitude...be still for my brethren and bide cautiously with time for the approach of Kings.
I know of my ten kings, I know of my twelve princes and I have heard the roaring of our anointed one..adopting the disguise of flesh, practicing destruction with the tongues of man and spilling much blood..yet we be still divine before the eyes of man..
Why be stagnant in your ignorance? Why remain crippled in your understanding? Your wound cannot be healed, therefore the whole body must be destroyed. Your judgment is imminent.
Making your children orphans and many lands altogether vacant of life..save yourself with your final eye and with it's discernment for all of the swords have come out to prepare the way with fire.
For the wise, I say..be still, I beg you...for the approach of the glory...for the final transformation of man.