(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!