To devote my life and abilities
In defense of the United Nations of Earth,
To defend the Constitution of Man,
And to further the universal rights of all sentient life,
From the depths of the Pacific,
To the edge of the galaxy!
For as long as I shall live.
We go into battle to reclaim our lives.
This we do gladly, for we are Jem'Hadar.
Victory is life!
No one is safe!
Nothing is sacred!
We are Blackwatch!
We are the last line of defense!
We will burn our own to hold the red line,
it is the last line to ever hold!
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 Fëanáros 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 Days ending,
Woe unto worlds 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!
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."
My creed! This is the guideline I live by, and it is the law of my masters!
However, it doesn't apply to scum like you who have no discipline! Come on!"
We walk in the dark places no others will enter.
We stand on the bridge, and no one may pass.
We live for the One - we die for the One."
no evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might,
beware my power: Green Lantern's Light!
AT-TACK WI-THOUT FE-AR!
LI-VE WI-THOUT CON-SCIENCE!
EX-TER-MI-NATE WI-THOUT PI-TY!
KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!
THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME!
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.
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.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.
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 way!
That's the way Team Dai-Gurren rolls!
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!
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.
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.
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 withered 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 necessary evil.
Why are we necessary?
To purge the world of evil worse than man.
And why are we God's chosen few? Ordained to undertake this unholy task?
Because no one else will.
And because it's fucking fun! AHAHAHAHAAAAMEN!
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!
The depths of reason shall stir.
When the seal of creation is broken,
A voice like thunder shall sound, and thou shalt know-
We have arrived!"
Am the Heavenly Dragon who has stolen the principles of domination from God
I laugh at the "infinite", and I grieve at the "dream"
I shall become the Red Dragon of Domination
And I shall sink you to the depths of the crimson purgatory!
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be,
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."
As old and as true as the sky
The wolf that keeps it may prosper
The wolf that breaks it will die
Like the creeper that girdles the tree trunk
The Law runneth over and back
For the strength of the pack is the wolf
And the strength of the wolf is the pack.
My shield is disgust.
My armor is contempt.
In the Emperor's name.
Let none survive.
Impurity shall be our armor.
Immortality shall be our reward.
I do not shoot with my hand. He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun. He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart."
to forge the world of men right,
with their tools of mettle and might,
building a world for a future bright.
that soon after would lay them low,
charging with no fear ever to show,
and defeat never for them to know.
The hearts of many shall inspire the fearful.
His heart knows only virtue.
His blade defends the helpless.
His might upholds the weak.
His word speaks only truth.
His wrath undoes the wicked!"