We are the Children of the New Ark. We are the planks in its sides, the sails on its masts, the nails in its ribs. We are scattered souls gathered into one by Divine will.

Sinners will rot in the womb of the tainted earth, while the New Ark will sail upon blessed waves.

The Head is our steadfast helmsman. As the sea obeys the wind, so we heed His Word. Whoever listens shall be lifted up; whoever disobeys shall be cursed and know torments beyond number—forever suspended between earth and sky, never finding the true course.

We renounce the burden of the worldly: only the pure of heart and humble of soul will reach the promised harbor.

We believe the End of Days is at hand. Soon the Abyss of Hell will yawn open and swallow this world steeped in sin. We are the chosen, and therefore we shall be saved.

We are the Children of the New Ark.