With steel drawn,
I move towards the enemy.

To my left,
stands my honor.
To my right,
stands my rage.
Above me,
rises my intuition.
Below me,
leaves my fear.

Dark to light,
I am balanced in his scales.
Forward and back,
I am the sword that ends my foe.

Battle Lord,
open my eyes to the hidden path.
Show me the method of slaughter.
Show me the light of love.
Show me the foe I seek.

- traditional prayer to Therassor, god of just battle