Kill a thousand men and they will hate you. Kill a million men and they will queue to face you. But kill a single man and they will see monsters and devils in every shadow. Kill a dozen men and they will scream and wail in the night, and they shall feel not hatred, but fear.

Fear is a blade that sharpens with use. So let the enemy know we come. Let their fears defeat them as everything falls dark.
As the world's sun sets...
As the city is wreathed in its final night...
Let ten-thousand howls promise ten-thousand claws. The Night Lords are coming, and no soul that stands against us shall see another dawn.

Ultio et timor - Adeo mori servus Imperator Fictus
Ave Dominus Nox