In the shadow of the night
Even the undead fear
Enorian
eternally burning
ever bright.

The Hammer of Justice
A Templar's blade
Fire incarnate
A zealot's
rage.

Redemption in Spirit
Cleansed in waters
pure
Through trial of fire
Purity ensured.

So rise my brothers
My sisters
My kin
Hold fast your beliefs
Purge them of sin.

By faith and righteous fury
Be ground to dust beneath our heels

Be cleansed in bright flame
Be brought before the Light to kneel

Be wiped from this earth
They trapped in Shadow's chains

Be purged from this world
Blight of undeath
the unliving stain.

For we are a weapon
A breastplate
A shield
For we are the righteous
And we will never yield.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Slyphian, in the year 2 AC.