This is my sword. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My sword is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my sword is useless. Without my sword, I am useless. I must slash with my sword strongly. I must shred straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must kill him before he kill me. I will ...
My sword and I know that what counts in war is not the enemies that we brought down, the cry of my enemies, the blood that covers the earth. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit ...
My sword is alive, 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 blade, its handle and its guard. I will keep my sword clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ...
Before Gods, I swear this creed. My sword and I are the defenders of my kingdom. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is Belhar and there is no enemy, but peace!