Founded by the Old Blood discovered within the ancient chalices
Lead way to the art of Blood ministration
A healing art meant for goodwill
Has become the vain hope of humanity
One after another in portions consumed seemingly bringing miracles
Until the beasthood ensued
And so began the scourge of the beasts that wiped away the marks of order
The marks of order
Now was the time for chaos
Amidst the nightmare, hunters rose up with weapons in hand
To the combat this horrendous plague
Only to be met unpleasant ends
By the euphoric powers of the blood
Now the night reigns forevermore
Guarded by the ancients
The great ones
Now revealing themselves in glorious splendor
The hierarchy
Now the target
To have this dusk to turn into dawn
Will be slain one by one
And the ascension shall start