The voice of the heathen is heard across the land
It shall not be allowed to endure
Its obscenity shall not profane the Lighte
for without mercy shall my blade find
the heretic and the blasphemer alike.
Light, hear my prayer
Let not my blade fail me
but strengthen it against my foes.
Give my blade your wisdom
to cleave the guilty from the innocent.
Let your might fill my body
that I may strike down my enemies
Devotion is my shield
for it guards against the lie.
Faith is my weapon of reason
that strikes down untruth.
The light shines through me,
and before me no darkness shall prevail.
Those who oppose the Light
Through me shall know retribution
My mace shall end their delusions
My magic shall rain from the sky
Their homes and fields shall burn
And before they are removed from this life
They shall cry out
And hear only silence.
"I'm fine." He said, but the lie tasted like ashes in his mouth.
Tyleril Silversword 