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(Curator's Note: Written by Rosenkranz I, Sovereign of the Second Dominion, in his capacity as leader of the Church of Bane at the time.)

On Failures

O my God, most puissant Lord, confer upon me/us thy rare and opulent magnanimity.

Undeserving am I/are we of thy mercy, yet still I/we beg it of thee.

From thy blackened hands do I/we cower, yet find succour in the shelter of the shadows they cast. Smother me/us, Lord! Choke me/us, Imperator! Almighty, punish me/us, for I/we have sinned and erred!

Wholeheartedly shall I/we strive to never fail you, but pathetic and mortal am I/are we.

Evertyrant, I/we beg of thee.

Prior to Conflict

Despot King! Hear these words! Carried to thee by blood and bone! I/we conduct the psalms of battle this day/night, and a host of the dead are your choir.

I/we beg for thy might to embolden my/our arm, to hone my/our blade/s, to ignite my/our spell/s.

Suffer not the infidel/idolator/pagan/heretic/(adjust as appropriate) to live! O I am/we are Faithful, and so I/we do His bidding, to cast down the righteous, cleanse the weak, and shackle the rest.

This I/we do for Him! Deus Imperat!

Supplication to the King

All nine verses are not necessarily to be performed, simply those which feel most appropriate.

Ave Imperator!

Hail to thee, O God, ninefold blessings upon thy countenance unmarred by countless aeons!

Hail to thee, O Lord, a hundred hundred worlds within thy grasp eternal, the peace foretold!

Hail to thee, O Lawgiver, lay down thy will, and thy courtiers shalt enact!

Hail to thee, O Despot, with faith and arms do the borders forever expand, so compelled art thy followers!

Hail to thee, O Father, forge and mould thy supplicants upon an anvil of iron, shape them fit to face the iniquities of evil men!

Hail to thee, O Master, be as a shepherd, commanding and aloof, while your chosen hounds nip at the heels of the subjugated!

Hail to thee, O Sovereign, thy regalia and thy truth blinds the masses; command the darkness that doth arise from their ignorance!

Hail to thee, O King, a throne of nations shalt thy flock construct, thy gown shalt be night, and thy crown continents!

Hail to thee, O Emperor, heal the great divides and pacify all, that peace shalt be the whole of thy law, In saecula saeculorum!

Rege Bane! Ave Bane! Hail Bane!