"Children, you lovers of God ... defenders of his paradise. All our years of suffering come together now in this glorious day of peace. Peace! Evil in the corrupt and the filthy tongue of the Romans in the puritan city. On the fourth month and twenty second day of the sixteenth year of the third millennium, our reckoning begins. The spider-eyed lamb waits at the harlot's ... hungry for this world, ready or not. For the good Earth thirsts for blood and we, like the angels, must show no mercy. God loves you."