Oh foolish Thrall, how polluted are thee
Ill-fated corruption, for you are so bright
Clouded judgement, if only you could see
I long for her to know, the glory of light...

Such wit and mind, a waste in Undeath
Ignorance is profane, it will not save you
If you could just, take life in a breath
Obviously mistaken, yet you still argue...

You met my claw, a bitter day I curse
I struck you to nether, but not for solace
Merely to save, from a fate far worse
For living with Undeath, you are less then a carcass...

-From Jaegth

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Haernos, in the year 265 MA.