Oh, how great thou art, mighty Excidium
How dark and yet slick you are like obsidium.
Your secretive ways and darkest intention
Causes fearful hearts thy name to mention
Striking from the shadows, you do with great skill
No one quite expects the event of the next kill
With Quaestor and Aedile leading with great might
Many a enemy will not live to see another night.
Great is thy glory, and long may our legacy last
The future generations will be in awe of thy great past
As we stand as brethren united by spilt blood
The brotherhood we shall with deadly fear flood.