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~DS~, a tribe whose name is hardly spoken, whose warriors grow and strengthen in the shadows, whose remorseless rise has gone unremarked by those who prefer to shout and posture. We watch and we wait, we understand your weaknesses, we listen to your private conversations and we study your secret plans.
Now, finally, we step out of our obscurity. From the weakest of you we have chosen our lamb and lead it, bleating and ignorant, to its slaughter. Our razor twitches on the soft and vulnerable neck of DCT.
DCT, a tribe weakened by internal treachery, who leaders betray their every thought to us, where unsuspected assassins lurk within their midst. This tribe is rotten, it is diseased with disloyalty. This we know and so we choose to kill it, not out necessity but out of mercy.
DCT, a tribe that thrives on dishonour, that wallows in its broken promises, that glories in the treacherous blow. We will cleanse you! We will purify you with fire! Your troops will fall like autumn leaves, your villages will burn like funeral pyres and we will bleed you white.
And when the clash of steel fades and only the crows mournful call echoes across the mist wreathed battle field, we, the warriors of ~DS~, will bow our heads and honour the fallen.
~DS~ declares war on DCT
Now, finally, we step out of our obscurity. From the weakest of you we have chosen our lamb and lead it, bleating and ignorant, to its slaughter. Our razor twitches on the soft and vulnerable neck of DCT.
DCT, a tribe weakened by internal treachery, who leaders betray their every thought to us, where unsuspected assassins lurk within their midst. This tribe is rotten, it is diseased with disloyalty. This we know and so we choose to kill it, not out necessity but out of mercy.
DCT, a tribe that thrives on dishonour, that wallows in its broken promises, that glories in the treacherous blow. We will cleanse you! We will purify you with fire! Your troops will fall like autumn leaves, your villages will burn like funeral pyres and we will bleed you white.
And when the clash of steel fades and only the crows mournful call echoes across the mist wreathed battle field, we, the warriors of ~DS~, will bow our heads and honour the fallen.
~DS~ declares war on DCT