Who are we?
We are the dead. Those soulless spirits that walk and talk in vain; working, living, dying for an unknown cause, and worth nothing at all.

Who are we?
We are you, and me, and those around us... the walking wounded.


THE RUNE OF ST. PATRICK
At Tara today in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And fire with all the strength it hath,
And lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness
All these I place,
By God's almighty help and grace,
Between myself and the powers of darkness.