The True Words of the Oily Pestilence

Where life is brewing, we will be there

Searching and finding what we always have desired: nourishment.

Because we feed on everything that carries life within,

And it becomes the host, the brooding chamber, securing our survival.

Some call it a lingering illness, we call it future.

With every infected being our strength grows, because we are the plague

Which will spread over the face of this world unchecked

And so very soon it will be ours.

Some call us enemy of all living things – but they do not understand

We stand for the underlying core, the most primitive needs of life: nourishment and reproduction.

And we are well versed in feeding and reproducing ourselves until one day we will be enough to call Mitraspera our own.