Enorian, The City of Light
Blinded by their self-inflated might,
Does your sultan realize that war
cares not who is wrong or right?
Whether victory comes to you or
if Bloodloch becomes the victor
Know that it even though you
Will make yourselves the heroes in Lore
It is your blindness that has started this war.

Your hatred of those you don't understand,
Did you think that 'Loch would stay their hand?
I hope for the Consaguine your pompous
Leaders become buried in the desert sand
And do not be suprised, Enorian if the city
You have oppressed spares you no pity
After all, injustice throughout all time
has never been given quarter...
It has only been drawn and quartered.

Sic Semper Tyrannus.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Slyphian, in the year 173 MA.