Come unto me, children of the night,
And bring with you those humans that can fight.
Show them their master’s life,
Always filled with some form of strife.
They must learn the reason they are fated,
To be the damned, the always hated.
See to it that they are shown,
Where all of our animal slaves are grown.
Their strength must be sharpened and honed,
We shall not take their cowardly and weak boned.
Strive to make them obey your every command,
Then turn them to our ways, making them like us, quick to reprimand.
Teach them to drink blood, without spilling a drop,
Licking the wound tenderly, their tongues like a mop.
Remind them to pay homage to those stronger than they,
Keep them under your wing until they fully understand the way.