Libelli Ab Letum Tenebrae

The worshipers of the light have bickered and quarreled for an entire age of the Realm of Threshold. They have tried to control society with their lies and fake wisdom. They have lived deceiving themselves and others trying to find wisdom in their pathetic lies. Their teachings of mercy and kindness have made these lands ones full of useless humanoids always chasing and condemning those of strong mind and spirit who have been able to stand up and go against their lies.. They chase those who have found wisdom in the darkness. What would they do without us? They, with their own "divine" path to "paradise" and freedom, have accused us of hereisies and spiritual indiscretions when deep inside greed and lust fill their hearts, hating themselves for living in self-denial. Their doctrine is one of self-deceit, enslaving them to a non-thinking mass. The Great Day does carry an ever-lasting curse, but only because those who seek it in terms of "good" and "evil" --themselves being at all times "good". Their clerics have become as their puppets, studying "righteousness" for a long time but weak and pathetic creatures they make. They wish and talk about the Great Day in their gatherings joining hands in brotherly unity, and in desperation go to the final battle for their last pathetic ecumenical council. The ice age of this wicked religious thought can last but a limited time in this great scheme of humanoid existence. The followers of false wisdom have had their saga, and their age has come to an end.

The ravens of the Night have flown forth, bringing Evil and dark auguries. The eye of the fools are food to these dark beauties. The light is over. A new darkness is borne out of the night and evil is setting the Great Day aflame with the searing trident of the Inferno. The strong arise and the unjust wont prevail. The new generation grow strong and focused on forging new legends. Howls of agony and cries for mercy are being heard while the strong ones gain territorry. Evil has arrived with a new range of cruelty and hatred. Darkness has arrived to enlighten those who were once blinded by the light. Dominance and evil prevaileth and a great monument shall be built, consecrated in its name. This monument shall be sign of the dominant faith in Threshold. Hedonism is the new philopsophy. The Master is risen, once more to proclaim: This is the age of Set! This is the age of Evil! And it will be known that the world of the night, evil, and the living shall be the greatest preparation for any and all eternal delights! We are the children of Evil! We represent undefiled wisdom, instead of hypocritical self-deceit! So, in this place made of obsidian and anguish I raise up my voice that all of you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I proclaim: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!