The time has come, no longer can you run. The ceremonial slaying is upon us. For years we've watched the world rot away at the seams. In this dark hour, our greatest time of need. We will slit your throat and watch you bleed, Sacrifice you to the king, Your ignorance will ultimately be your death. There's no escaping, it's far too late. Don't be a coward, accept your fate. Your blood will spill, pouring from the altar. Your dissolution will be assured. Mankind shall know despair. We feed off the fear and reverence inside. Our insufficiency of prosperity will all be erased with the bloodshed of a hierarch. It's high time that death had a purpose. We are not a cult, simply a society with a higher cause. The sacrificial lamb will be ruined. Sacrificium.