To know the kiss of the blade is to understand
Its ease as it pierces into the soft tissues of
The enemy, the foe, the slave of Sigmar.
And to know the bliss of battle is to delight in
The woe filled shouts of the enemy even as
They squirm, dance, beg on the end of your blade.
To understand the weakness of the Empire is to know
How to twist your blade in the pit of their innards,
To hear their threats against your druchii
Soul hiss into nothingness
Even as they slump eternally backwards.