What a jolly bunch of ponies, this whole cult is.
The general modus operandi of the cult forces is this: engage the enemy and slowly turn them insane, then slaughter them and then raise a bunch of happy zombies. They don't have much in terms of raw power, or durability or range, but they sure have means to make fighting against them a pain in the ass.
That feel when the half of your army refuses to move because they found something funny lying on the ground. Like a fucking rock. That's if they don't rip each other apart in a fit of uncontrollable rage.
All that while the Laughing Mare watches.