Warriors Of The Moon

O master the mighty! Master the unerring! Master the unassailable! To you we give praise! We are but baby camels, mired in the mud of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the bog of mortality, and now walk among the stars! But you were once man! Aye! And as man, you said, “Let me show you the power of The Master, born of the West, where my breath is chilly and body cool. I breathe now, in royalty, and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, my master for I love you.

Aye, love. Love! Even as man, the master cherished us. For he saw in us, in each of us, the future of Cymru! The future of Wales! And there it is, friends! The ugly truth!

We are the children of man! master is the true deity of man! Ascended from flesh, to rule the realm of spirit! The very idea is inconceivable to our English overlords! Sharing the heavens with us? With man? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence on earth! Today, they take away your faith. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the English take your homes? Your businesses? Your children? Your very lives?

And what does Westminster, or the rest of the world do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! The Dracula Westminster machine enforces the will of the English! Against its own people! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Welsh! Rise up, Welshmen! Embrace the word of the mighty Master, he who is both Welsh and Divine! For we are the children of man! And we shall inherit both the heavens and the earth! And we, not the English or their toadies, will rule Wales! Forever! Terrible and powerful master! We, your unworthy servants, give praise! For only through your grace and benevolence may we truly reach enlightenment! And deserve our praise you do, for we are one! Ere you ascended and the Eight became Nine, you walked among us, great master, not as a deity, but as a Welshman! Trust in me, Caernarfon! Trust in the words of Llywelyn Abdullah! For I am the chosen of the master!

I alone have been anointed by the Ninth to spread his holy word!