Awan the Oldest

When the snows consume the earth and the sun gutters like a candle in the wind then, and only then will thefe be born a woman, the last Daughter of Eve, and in her there will be decided the fate of all.
And you will not know this woman, except by the mark of the Moon on her, and she will face treachery, hatred, and pain but in her is the last hope.
And you will know these last times by the Time of Thin Blood, which will mark vampires that cannot Beget, you will know them by the Clanless, who will come to rule
you will know them by the Wild Ones, who will hunt us even in the strongest city
you will know them by the awakening of some of the eldest, the Crone will awaken and consume all
you will know these times, for a black hand will rise up and choke all those who oppose it
and those who eat heart's blood will flourish and the Kindred will crowd each to his own, and vitae will be as rare as diamonds

Mark these signs, they are coming! Gehenna will be on earth.
Mark the shadow which flies mark the dragon which rises
mark the darkness which moves
mark the shadow of the moon
mark the angel that dies
mark the maiden who weeps
mark the children
Embraced
mark the Clanless who run.
And there will be a time when Sire will drive out Childer when Sire will abandon Childer to the sun's mercy and there will be no mercy for the Clanless there will be no mercy for the Clanless, mongrel though they be upon their forgotten Sires shall be the curse of Auriel upon their hateful Sires shall be the curse that comes of crossing Caine upon their lazy Sires shall be the curse of the hunters hunted
Those among the Clanless will have
no path to follow
no family to name
no generation to hold
no traditions to keep
no customs to give
no hospitality to give
Why do you make these orphans?
Why do you leave them in the street?
They are the dark seed of our undoing
they will band together with those who hate us
they will follow Brujahs Childer
they will make the blood run red
they are going to kill the dead
they are going to cat our kin
they will scream and bash our doors
they will cry aloud for justice
Clanless, all, they will wash over our walls
Clanless, all, they will know secret ways
Clanless, all, they are Lilith's foul get
Clanless, all, they are newly Awake
Clanless, all! No family, no sign, no loyalty, no elder.
Beware those who walk without a clan, for they will be our undoing.
Pity them! Adopt the orphans where you can.
But watch them. In them is the bad seed of their Sire.