I. Proselyte Preparation Video (MV)

We're the trebuchets of justice
Sling words as fiery darts at enemies
When we amass upon the shore, floodgates
Lowered to deluge the sands as the torrents
We are. We ride the Leviathan's back, so let
The sons of God know us forevermore
As the Nephilim of this age
The proselytes converting nations
With iron sharpening iron. We'll
Bring peace through continual war
This is our crusade, our era, our proof
To the heavens our faith's worthiness
Our mastering fate, the manifest destiny
Of our choosing, our God-given right
To define freedom, our assent to form
A theocratic governance
We aren't knights of old with no
Romanticized Round Table, for wartime
Is all we behold. Our palettes will taste
The blood-red painted across our chests
Our trust as steel plates of protection stolen
From the reprobates before us
Rise, O Vipers! Armored with breastplates
War is all you'll ever know! There's nothing
New under the sun, and this war will be the same
Yesterday, today, and forever, for this is the culture
War we're chosen to fight. All will revere our names
If just and deemed acceptable, perpetual mirth
Will be ours in the Fiddler's Green where
The fiddle will never cease and dancers never
Grow weary, where men's blood will bathe
Anew for us to rest across its grasses
Gird your loins, O men of holy war! The ricochets
Of death's sting echo across your ear drums; hear our
Syncopation, for ten thousand will fall to our left and right
And we may fail, but enemies will tremble at our final horn!