I would say
"my dear comrades I'm finally coming home"
a sort of poem created by us is the basis of this
we do not fear death we live as soldiers of the shadows
darkness being our father, the dark is our guardian, our protector, and most importantly our weapon
and death being our mother, brutal and ruthless in times of anger and revenge
kind and forgiving in the final moment,
we know all must return to her eventually but we know when we do
we are not ending our going to another path of blood, rage and sorrow
we know our sins are forgotten and forgiven and our bodies cleansed from her cold and yet warm embrace
we know that when she comes to take us, that we are finally, coming home.
the last words of an old friend before I had to execute him on charges of treason
he looked at me and smiled then he said "take me home"