We Are Poem by Vasto Grom

My brothers, sons of twisted mind. This much I vow, the history of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the forces of our enemies. By siezing the weapons thought to use to imprison us. We were fighting for our right to exsist. But if there are those that would lock us away and take from us all that we worked so hard for. Then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that their son's and their daughter's blood will turn the snow that fills and chills our hearts as red as the deepest fires that burn from our hate. Now they come to sieze all that we have gained and destroy all we have built over this life time. But they cannot even begin to fathom what lay in store for them. WE WILL SMITE THE DEMONS FROM OUR LAND! ! ! ! Though they outnumber us by millions they will fall before us in fear. We will rise up and bring all those who seek to destroy us to their knees and huant their darkest nightmares. The very mention of our names will bring even the strongest soldiers to tears. Our acts against them will cripple their hope and shatter their resolve! ! ! We will band together and we will fight the enemy as one indestructible, merciless, unrelenting, and devastating force. And when rise from the ruins of this shattered and broken body, and even as we lay dying and our last breathe tears at their lungs......they will know who we are.....they will know our pain....and even after we are long gone they will forever know our name.....they will know THAT WE ARE VASTO GROM! ! ! !