My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
— Lord Alfred Tennyson, "Sir Galahad"
Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom now I die.
Serve right and justice one last time.
Seek one last heart of evil, still one last life of pain.
Cut well old friend, and then farewell.
Resolve the weaknesses of your heart,
Obey the laws of your providence,
Yield to the goodness that surrounds you,
Grant silence to those who betray it,
Bring wrath upon those who will destroy,
Inspire love of the righteous law,
Vest in yourself the Code of Junil