Present the Skull Staff entwined with the Resentful Souls of the Goblin Shaman!
May the Holy Fire cleanse every inch of its filthy curses,
forging a new star by your crown!"
"Please fill our saddlebags with an undying light,
so that where our horses tread, rotten marshes turn into golden wheat fields;
let the Broken Lance sprout before dawn,
and transform the names of the fallen into gilded inscriptions on armor!"
Then the knights uniformly struck their shield three times with the spine of their swords, and the clattering of their armor boomed like thunder as they knelt on one knee.
"In the name of iron and fire,
attested by light and blood—
today we adorn your altar with the head of the enemy chief,
and tomorrow we wish to crush ten more dark fortresses for your chariot!"
