Mark ye that a Mortal who,
marked with the Power of another Cainite
does a thing, yea verily
He does it as if that Childe of Caine did it,
and that Kindred will pay the price 
of crime or retribution, just as
he had done the thing, for in this way,
there is an Accounting to be made,
and the Children of Seth not be
merely swords in the hands of dark
strangers

Mark well the treefold drinking, the Bond
of Blood, and let
those of Seth's Children with great skill,
come to serve the Children of Caine,
as it is we are the first part of Wisdom,
and should be served.

As well, in Blood Bonds,
know that there is no stronger Bond
than Caine with his Childer,
and through me, all chains are broken, 
all shackles are shattered.

Mark well the Children of the One Above,
the Cherubs, the Seraphs, the Archangels,
for their touch will burn you as does 
the Flame of Michael

Mark well the Children of the One Below,
the Serpant's Kin,
for their touch will burn you as well,
and their tounges will delude and deceive
you.

In need, you may feed the Beasts of the 
feild,
of your Blood, and husband them: they will
grow 
strong and loyal, but beware of the Beast
with the Beast within, and feed not a Hunger
that may not abate.

Those you chose to bless
with the Potence of Caine,
may come to live within your house,
to protect you,
let no one Embrace these gaurdians,
let them be given blood at the
appropriate time:
let their Strength be your Strength,
Strength that does not abate with the sun.
Let their Eyes be your Eyes,
Eyes that can see in the day.
Let their Ears be your Ears,
Ears that can hear while you slumber.

Let those who serve be named greatest of the
Children of Seth,
and most priviliged.
Let them enjoy the fine cloth of the 
Kindred,
Let them enjoy the gentle music of the 
Kindred,
Let them know the sweetness of our wine.
Let us protect them from those who would 
hinder and hurt them,
and let all rise up in outrage should one
of those-who-serve
Be slain by another Kindred, for no Kindred
has the right to
kill another's Servant without provocation.

The Moon-Beasts, the ones-
who-change
they are the Oldest of all,
before my Father
they roamed the lands.
Tarry not in the path of them.
Avoid them, they are set upon
us
like wolves in the sheepfold.
For we are of one kind,
and they another.
Beware their sacred ground
walk softly through their
wilderness.
Their bite is as our bite.
Their claws are as our claws.
Tarry not in the path of them,
they are of one kind,
and we are another.