"What the thick-headed fools with their broken corpse of an Emperor fail
to understand is that not only can they never defeat us, but they can
not hide or flee or shield themselves from the triumph of Chaos. They
are finite and we are unbound, undivided. They must not err, or they
fall to heresy. All who fall join our cause. Every Imperial fool who
dares to open his eyes is a willing recruit. They strive merely to hold
back our fury and might, and it consumes them. Thus you can see Chaos is
inevitable. We lurk not only beyond their grasp and at their gates; we
lurk within the darkness of their souls, on the tip of their tongues, in
their tortured dreams. We are them, but freed from the shackles of
ignorance. We are them, grown strong… evolved. We are them, but so much
more!"
Chaos!
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"Thou, who in my world-realm knowest everything!
With my sword I've conquered many and many a shore;
Still I sigh right sorely: >Ah! to conquer more!'
Great desire is with me realms to overthrow;
Through this cause I comfort ne'er a moment know.
Is there yet a country whither we may wend,
Where as yet our mighty sway doth not extend,
That we may it conquer, conquer it outright?
Ours shall be the whole earth---ours it shall be quite."
Then, when heard the Vizier what the King did say,
Quoth he: "Realm-o'erthrowing Monarch, live for aye!
May the Mighty Ruler set thy crown on high,
That thy throne may ever all assaults defy!
May thy life's rose-garden never fade away!
May thy glory's orchard never see decay!
Thou'st the Peopled Quarter ta'en from end to end;
All of its inhabitants slaves before thee bend.
There's on earth no city, neither any land,
That is not, O Monarch, under thy command.
In the Peopled Quarter Seven Climes are known,
And o'er all of these thy sway extends alone!"