Oh, dear sweet child of the womb, your
Intensity rages through the soul of my being.
Blessed with the power of the universe,
You will accomplish much throughout your life.

The dark skies surrounding your birth leads me
To believe that your destiny lies with the Under Lord.
The crimson blood that drives you to lie and steal
Will be the deepest gratitude I can ever taste.

The Army of Dark will be your family from now on.
You will not be able to trust us, but you will believe in us.
The back stabbing that will occur will be ruthless, but
Very necessary. You will understand the rules of engagement.

The blood thirsty drive that I feel in you is strong.
The world will not contain you, they will loath you.
Destruction and chaos will reign supreme over society.
My dearest child, I will construct the bond that will hold you tight.