Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean
Brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-Earth,
Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords,
Dread nor danger, not Doom itself
Shall defend him from Fëanáro, and Fëanáro’s kin,
Whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
Finding keepeth or afar casteth
A Silmaril. This swear we all…
Death we will deal him ere Day’s ending,
Woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou,
Eru Allfather! To the everlasting
Darkness doom us if our deed faileth…
On the holy mountain hear in witness
and our vow remember,
Manwë and Varda!
"We are steel. We, very few, marched into the wastes. While there was no radioactive fallout to contend with, the fallout of humanity frequently beset us. Roving bands of psychotic marauders
attempted several attacks on our noble group.
The company was in no danger, for we wore the Armor of Power
. Our family members were not so lucky. Once the vermin found out they were easily repelled, they began to fire on the unarmed civilians from a distance.
They took a great many casualties, yet for every member of the Exodus that was struck down in this way, our noble brethren took two lives from the wasteland.
We are hard.
Finally, we came to the safety of the bunker. Capt. Maxson, the great deliverer, decreed this to be our new home, and all was well.
In the fullness of time the bunker became our home, our temple and our salvation from the terrors of the outside world
. We built and shaped our fortress into something glorious, the beauty of which the technologically bereft world had never seen before. We have been sharpened to an edge
Our fathers died for the sins of others. That will never happen to us again. We have become self-sufficient. We have become keepers of knowledge and lore. We have survived the end of civilization
. We take responsibility for our actions, and we hold accountable the actions of others.
This is our pledge. The Brotherhood of Steel is justly named. We are a Brotherhood
. Unlike our fathers, we will stand back to back with those that share our convictions and beliefs.
We are steel. We are hard. We have been sharpened to an edge. We are the Brotherhood of Steel.
Always remember the fires that we were forged in. Never forget. The motto from a previous time, and our motto now."
"Do not ask what creature screams in the night. Do not question that which awaits you in the shadows. It is my voice that awakens you in the night, and my body that lurks within the shadows. I am Tzeentch
, are the puppet that dances to my tune."
Through the valleys and peaks of Mount Hyjal, across the shifting sands of Silithus, against the Legion's dread armies - we have fought. We are the nameless, faceless, sons and daughters of the Alliance. By the Light and by the might of the Alliance, the first strike belongs to us and the last strike is all that our enemies see. We are 7th Legion.
In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power: Green Lantern's Light!
— Oath of the Green Lantern Corps
I can break a door down with one hand behind my back I can crush a Grizzly til his bones begin to crack I eat a dozen t-bones for my early morning snack So imagine what I could do to you... I can tear a telephone directory in two Bending iron bars is something else that I can do I always pick my teeth with the nearest billiard cue So imagine what I could do to you... I can knock a hole right through a solid concrete wall I can pull a tree out by it's roots, and that's not all Now you know about me, you don't need a crystal ball To tell you what I could do to you I can crush a house brick with one movement of my hand And laugh while I reduce it to a dusty heap of sand I cut a splendid figure when I make my chest expand So imagine what I could do to you!
"Through cowardice and inaction, the Order of the Phoenix brought about most of Voldemort's atrocities for him. We need to declare real war... show no mercy, give no quarter, and take no prisoners. If they want to call themselves the Death Eaters, then let them taste death!"
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
There are things that go bump in the night, Agent Myers. And we are the ones who bump back.
>PM: Open envelope.
The mail is sacred, and sacred is the trust between the Post Man and the recipients of his precious parcels. You have made a solemn pledge to deliver this letter to the doctor, just as soon as you determine where this address is, or find any sort of discernible mailing address in this wasteland, for that matter. The mail is freedom. The mail is life. The mail is the very fabric of civiliz...
Hold that thought for one moment... (PM puts on a postman's hat)
The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes
, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection. MAIL
Don't underestimate us!
We don't care about time or space or multidimensional whatevers.
We couldn't give a damn about that.
Force your way down a path you
choose, and do it your
That's the way Team Dai-Gurren rolls!
"Dispatched in mankind's darkest hour, we are Knights of the Blue Flame!
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
— The Rifleman's Creed
They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give themselves to me.
Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them.
They will be of iron will and steely muscle.
In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed.
They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them.
They will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe can best them in battle.
They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity.
They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.
In peace, vigilance; in war, victory; in death, sacrifice.
Hold your tongue. The dead don't speak. Do the dead dare walk the Earth before mine eyes? Will the undead raise an army, fall in and advance? Do those who would abandon God, and praise the Heretical order dare presume to meet my gaze?! Iscariot will not allow it. I will not allow it. They will be cut down like straw, trembling before my wrath. AMEN!!! Speak up, my men of God. Tell them all who you are. We are the soldiers of Iscariot! We are Judas Iscariot!
Well then, Iscariot... I ask you: What do you hold in your right hand? Daggers and Poisons!
Well then, my soldiers of Iscariot... I ask you: What do you hold in your left hand?! Thirty Pieces of Silver and a Straw Rope!
Now! ...Show them who you are, my soldiers of Iscariot!
We are Apostles, yet not Apostles!
We are Believers, yet not Believers!
We are Disciples, yet not Disciples!
We are Heretics, yet not Heretics! We are soldiers in the service of death, who bow our heads in reverence to our Lord, who's prayers are found in the weathered bodies of our enemies!
Our Poisons served at every supper, our Daggers flashing in the moonlight!
We are the Apostles of Judas Iscariot. We are his holy flock of assassins... And upon the hour at which we were called... We cast our thirty pieces of silver into the sight of The Holy! And hang ourselves with a rope of straw. Thus do we move to meet Hell's legions as a mighty army! Forming our squared ranks against Hell's Gates! We will do battle with the 7,405,926 demons of iniquity!
—The Vatican, Section XIII, The Iscariot Organization
Praise the Emperor for his sacrifice,
as He endures so shall we.
We who are Hunters of Daemons,
shall strive in his name eternally. We the Order of the Hammer,
shall delve into the Dark Shadows.
We shall seek out the Tainted,
we shall pursue the Vilest Evil. It is we who stand guard,
our Eternal Watch shall not fail.
For we are the Ordo Malleus!
... No despicable trickery will thwart us,
no Damnation shall bring us low.
There is no peace for us,
for an eternity we will strive. Though mere mortals in His service,
everlasting shall be our True Duty.
Et Imperator Invocato Diabolis Daemonica Exorcism!
— (Abbreviated version of) the 666 words of the Canticle of Absolution of the Grey Knights, Warhammer 40K
. You can find the full version here