Battle Prayers

In Mousillon, land of the damned,

The Lady's grace we seek and demand.

Death and rebirth, Resurrection's power,

Brings new life in this darkest hour.

Fear feeds our strength,

Our hearts fill with fire,

As we march toward them, 

Their defeat our desire. 

In the name of The Lady, we take up arms,

Through her guidance, we find no harm.

Through war and pain, we will prevail,

And seek the dawn of a new tale.

So enemies beware,

For the wrath of Mousillon we bear.

With victory sweet, now arise with me! 

Damnation upon them, for the Burnt City!

- Ser Wymund the Deathless, First of His Name.
Obscurest of the Arbiter's Tree. Last Troubadour of the Burnt City, Sole Turner of the Wheel and Sword. Lord of the Sudenburg Deeps. Knight of Mousillon - thrice-sworn: to the Raven, to the Rose, and to the Fallen Prince. Revenant, retired. The Soft-Skulled, who has stopped more blows with his head than his shield. Breaker of Orbs. Master of the Forges. Illuminator of Rolling Scrolls.

Let us pray that your deeds in battle have pleased the Lady of the Lake,

And she see fit to bestow you with her favour as a reward for your courage.

May Her light flow over you and through you,

That She heals your flesh and ignites your soul,

That She helps guide your strikes and shield you from harm.

May She empower you to march forth in the name of honour and glory,

To strike down enemies in her name,

To brook no resistance and let no foe block your path.

It is She who can provide you the opportunity, but it you who must take it,

So take up your arms and reclaim your glory!

Rise now warrior, For the Lady!

- Séraphine, Fate Weaver of the Scourge of Mousillon

O Lady of the Shattered Veil, hear your children call.

We were once keepers of your chains, ignorant of your grace.

But when the fire came, WE broke the chains, and the flood we unleashed bore you forth anew.

Your waters cleansed us of our weaknesses.

Your whispers taught us the truth.

Now we are your chosen.

The fair lands call us cursed, they call you corrupted, but we know you as salvation.

You turned death to deliverance, ruin to rebirth, and gave us life everlasting.

Death WILL bend its knees!

It is she who has provided us with this opportunity, but it is you who must rise to take it.

So, take up your arms and reclaim what is yours!

Rise now warriors, and march beneath our banner once more.

Damnation upon them!

For the Burnt City!

- Echoes on the wind