17 February 2013
For hundreds of years you have laughed and had golden times in the sun. We have watched you from the mountains, from the shadows. You live in our cities, in our palaces and castles. Your forest was our forest, and we drew our water from your river. We live by the source of that river now, and you by the mouth. The fact that our piss and shit washes down to you comforts me little.
Your soil is nourished by the blood and bones of our ancestors. The ancient cities and monuments that crumble even as you wonder at them, were not built by your forefathers, but by ours. The history of your land was forged by our men, snuffed out and forgotten in an instant, but we never forget.
The holy city means nothing to you, and everything to us, and you defile it with your presence. You shut us behind a wall and met us with swords and spears when we tried to go home.
We are stronger now. Knowledge that was lost for generations has been rediscovered. We have grown stronger and wiser. You have forgotten much and lived comfortable lives while all you grew was fat.
We are the gathering storm, the rising wind. Our eyes are set and we have fire in our hearts.
We are not afraid of the dark, and night begins to fall. Are you? We are coming.
You Know Who We Are • Opuss № I