Oh my Lovely Maggots
You listen not to me.
Or Xanithe or the Nobles
You scoff at kind Gracie

So we will kill you all, you see
You all will soon be dead
We will make your women weep
If we could we'd pike your heads.

Our swords will find your lovely necks
Our whips will find your back
No where in Aetolia
Can you run from our attack

Your blood will spill upon the ground
You will all be mist
Until the day you understand
The day you get the gist.

We no longer accept Maggot Pies
As members of our Realm
We are the Imperium
So Welcome, now, to Hell.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Haernos, in the year 115 MA.