Ithelgo Vark Berevelon, Veinagrad

Vieve Tactonomei

Engal Valivúse, Et Man Got Ajourne

"Have you no pride? No honour?" . By oath we are bound to the life as a thrall of war. Sundered from mirth, blessed with clarity. Fealty sworn to God, Country, and King. In life's fragile touch, in death's cold embrace, we will uphold peace with the presence of justice. Thus is the Dead Oath, Thus we are bound.