Until the day we die.

Blood is the price of glory!

We bear the bloodline of the conqueror, behold this war-scarred coat of arms, weathered and worn are we, but with an eye ajar we sleep with blade in hand, we're waiting for the call....Join us! Black Valor's on our side!

Tasted the snake's poison;
Broken every bone;
Twelve thousand gunshot wounds;
But there's nothing that whiskey can't cure

Afford your enemy no mercy and expect none in return, summon forth your rage and strike down with great vengeance upon those that would stand against The Black Keep.