One score and nine years ago I brought forth on this island a new Overlordship, conceived in Evil and dedicated to the proposition that all wizards are better than Muggles.
Now I am engaged in a great bloody war, testing whether this Overlord, more than any previous Overlord less special and less powerful, can overpower Good. I am preparing a great battle-field for that war. I have come to desecrate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those will give their lives so that I may rule. It is altogether Evil and Overlordy that I should do this.
But, in a larger sense, I cannot desecrate -- I cannot violate -- I cannot curse -- this ground. The stupid wizards, soon to be dead, who will struggle here, will defile it, far above my great power to add or detract. The world will greatly note and long remember what I say here, and it will quickly forget what they will do here. It is for me the Overlord, rather, to be dedicated to the unfinished work against which they who will fight here have thus far so ignobly advanced. It is rather for me to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before me -- that from these blinded wizards I take increased devotion to that cause for which they will give the last full measure of stupidity -- that I here highly resolve that these dead shall have died in vain -- that my Overlordship, under me, shall have a new birth of Evil -- and that government of me, by me, and for me, shall not perish from the earth.