Voldemort stood there before the throng of gathered followers.
"My friends," he said, "Do you see what has happened?"
A pause as silence swept through those present.
"Do you remember the tales of what those of us worthy to wield the gift of magic could do?"
His eyes swept through them before he turned away.
"Those who tore islands from the sea," a pause, "Part the waters, call down fire from the skies themselves?"
A breath, his tone growing almost angry.
"Of course you have," with those words he spun, "And they are not just tales, the histories and records tell them as fact."
He turned to glance at Fenrir, "Do you know why such power is no longer ours?"
A pause once more before brought a clenched fist down upon a palm.
"The weak and the cowardly to afraid of our power to understand it," he yelled, "They choose not to let us grow, to manifest the power that is our birthright and limit us to mere parlor tricks."
Another pause, "Even the Three are pathetic pieces of magic, barely worthy of those of us who wield the power of magic."
Tom sighed, "Look at the power that even one such as Potter has gained by ignoring those rules and he is but a child, imagine what we could be?"
The Death Eaters were thinking now, his words reaching them.
"It is not the bounds of these laws that we want," he declared, "What we need is to shatter them, to face chaos and grow."
A moments hesitation in their expressions slowed him.
"Advancement needs two things, chaos and order," he stated, "Order brings peace and stability, but to much and we face what had corrupted us."
A sigh of his own.
"Our magic has stagnated as we allowed the corrupt to steal our power and take our birthrights," a pause, "And do you wish to know the cure, my friends?"
A few nods from the crowd bid him to continue.
"We need chaos, in adversity we grow and let our powers flourish."
Momentarily, a look of almost macabre sadness crossed his features.
"Harry Potter showed me that in the graveyard," he yelled, "And do you know what we must do to embrace it?"
Dead silence was the response, all of them waiting for his next words.
"My friends, his actions showed me that we need to fight," a declaration that echoed through the assembled, "To bring those pitiful fools to war, a war that will help us reach our true power."
A breath brought another pause.
"My friends, with that in mind it occurs to me that I love the idea of the war that we must bring."
"I love the thought of aurors brought low by endless waves of curses that break even the strongest of shields."
"I love watching a those of our number charge even into certain death for what we believe in."
"I love watching the muggles scream and flee as neither side gives them quarter upon the field of bloody battle."
"I love the duels upon endless duels that prove our creed."
"I love the image of London burning with thousands laid low as a testament of our power and willingness."
"My friends, I even love the prospect of facing my nemesis in combat once more because either way it shows who can be stronger between us."
"Only through war can we become that which destiny proclaims we must be."
"So, my friends," he declared, "Who will stand with me as I take the opening steps of bringing our world into a true war for the first time in its history?"
The screaming cheers and chanting of the word over and over echoed for miles.
"WAR! WAR! WAR!" their words reached the heavens.
"Yes, my friends," the scion of Salazar Slytherin roared, his voice joined them, "I will give you this war!"