When the blood dries and the dust settles, only the bones of the mando'ade shall give rise to the legend of their name. Hallowed by fate and sundered by eternity, their march shall end and their voices shall cry out. For they shall bare witness to Death and its host, and death shall find them worthy of eternity. Stand firm worthy warriors of the Manda'yim for your death shall be your legacy and shall be prove you worthy even in defeat. Raise your blades now, for tomorrow we shall splinter your shields and shatter your bones.