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LITANIES I.
I. Born in Darkness
Born in darkness, a dream given life, holy warriors to bring forth the light. Armed with zeal, armoured with faith, gods of battle at the fore of the fight. Swords of Zarus, shields of Mankind, destined for war, fated for death. Protectors of the weak, slayers of evil, we fight until we draw our last dying breath. There is no retreat, there is no surrender, our hate of the foe drives us eternally on. While the enemy lives, while heresy festers, there can be no peace until the last war is won. Strengthen your heart, harden your soul, launch yourself gladly into deaths hungry maw. There is no time for peace, no respite, no forgiveness. There is only war.
II. The Prayer of Anointment
Be pure in mind, body and spirit. As the water flows over you, let your hate flow through you. As the lost water is spilt, let us spill the blood of our foes. As the water dries, let us harden our hearts to fear. We are the Order of Zarus, the chosen of the Lord, the holy knights of Tharquish. The blood of Zarus flows through our veins. His strength beats in our hearts. His spirit resides within us.
III. Guardians of Mankind
We are the knights of Tharquish, we slay the darkness without fear. No traitor shall elude our gaze, no enemy shall avoid it's fate. We are the guardians of mankind. Hail Zarus, Hail Alpha Prime!
IV. Cry for the Holocaust
Be my sword and my shield, and I shall destroy your enemy. Be my shining light, and I shall be your hand in the darkness. Light from the shadows, life from the dying, vengeance from the lost. From the ashes of battle shall rise only the pure!
V. Castigations on the Last Days
We are at war with forces too terrible to comprehend. We cannot afford mercy for any of its victims too weak to take the correct course. Mercy destroys us; it weakens us and saps our resolve. Put aside all such thoughts. They are not worthy of men in the service of Our Lord. Praise His name for in our resolve we only reflect his purpose of will.
VI. Apocalypse
There shall come an apocalypse. A great war whose might and clamor shall dwarf all the wars that have come before. A bloodletting to drown the stars. A doom for all that was and all that is. Humanity is the harbinger of this final battle. Humanity is the seed of what is to pass. Humanity is the progenitor of all the future fates. We are charged with the defense of humanity. To us falls the greatest duty of all. Only we know the truth of mankind's origin. We alone know the true faces of our many foes. We alone can put name to those faces and vanquish them. Let not these miscreants best us in any combat. We may fight alone on a barren land in some distant corner of the world or we may lead great armies into battle. We shall do whatever is necessary to triumph. And in the end, we shall overcome them, the unholy trinity that are:
The Enemy Within: The Traitor
The Enemy Without: The Inhuman
The Enemy Beyond: The Demon
VII. The Rebuke of the Unbeliever
Men are not free whose liberty is won by the rigor of other, more righteous souls. They are merely protected. Their freedom is parasitic, they suck the honourable man dry and offer nothing in return. Those who have enjoyed freedom, but have done nothing to earn it, their time will come. One day they will stand alone and fight for themselves. They will pay for their freedom in the currency of honest toil and human blood.
VIII. Holy Knights
We are His finest warriors, we men who give ourselves to our Lord. Like clay moulded in the furnace of war we are forged. We are of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall we are clad and with the finest swords we are armed. We are untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight us. We have tactics, strategies and faith such that no foe can best us in battle. We are His bulwark against the Great Enemy. We are the Defenders of Humanity. We are His holy knights and we know no fear.
IX. Angels of Death
We are pure of heart and strong of body, untainted by doubt and unsullied by weakness. We are the bright stars in the firmament of battle. Angelic knights whose shining wings bring swift annihilation to the enemies of Man. So it shall be for a thousand times a thousand years, unto the very end of eternity and the extinction of mortal flesh.
X. Proclamation of Devotion
The garbs of the coward are camouflaged in order to protect their wearers by hiding them from sight. The principle is that what the enemy cannot see he cannot kill. This is not the way of the Zarusian. His armour is bright with heraldry that proclaims his devotion to his Order and the beloved Lord of Mankind. Our principle is that what the enemy can see, he will soon learn to fear.
XI. Forgotten Places
Within dark and forgotten places hide the enemies of the Lord. You have been chosen to enter such places and, protected by the best armour that can be provided, cleanse it. Take with you your weapons, a valiant heart, and Zarus' blessing, and engage the enemy where it makes its lair. Acknowledge death as it approaches, but do not succumb to its touch, for your purpose is great. You have proven yourselves to be worthy of the status you now hold. Every one of you standing here has declared allegiance to the Lord and vowed to use His will as your guide. You have shown your courage and been rewarded for it. Those who stand before me, I charge you now, go forth and vanquish the foe.
XII. Immortal Zarus
Immortal Zarus: have mercy upon us, so we might prove ourselves worthy of your love. Master of Mankind: protect your flock from the enemy. Keeper of the Light: guide our darkened path with your radiance. We are your warriors and we are servants to thee. We stand free from blindness of heart, free from hypocrisy, vain glory and deceits. But we are captive to hatred, malice and anger, to the filth, the half-breed, the traitor. By thy agony and bloody sweat, by thy Golden Throne and thy death and re-emergence as the god of men, keep and strengthen us, we who fight for thee.
XIII. The Mountain
You gaze at the mountain, you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters. But who dreams of the road that ascends the mountainside? The road to the peak is hard and murderous. It has broken countless men upon its rocks. Their splintered bones lie scattered upon it, paving the way to the mountaintop. At every step you will hear the bones crumbling underfoot, and maybe you shall hear the wind-blown voices of the dead guiding you forward or leading you to your doom. Yes, my children, the way to the mountain is cruel and unforgiving. And of those who struggle their long lives, spending their energy and vigour in the climb, who then can taste the melt-water of the summit and say yes, it was worthwhile.
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