May my enemies tremble before me in fear. Let my hands and the iron of my weapons be strengthened with the vengeance of my tears. May the mighty archangels bestow upon my head the golden crown of warfare. Let my adversaries vacate their fractured thrones with regretful wails and heavy tears. May their false bravery and cowardly hearts fail them when they witness the hellfire of my stare. May my mighty sword swiftly strike them with the ghostly sounds of wailing winds. May their names and history be stricken from the record and never be spoken again. If I fall in battle, to hell I will take them; let my blood be upon them and the legacy of my name be forever unbroken. When night falls silent, let my enemies lament in torment knowing that I will come for them. When I am no more, through the fierceness of the hearts of the woman that I love and my offspring, I will rise again.
They kept falling,
Sleeping in fields of blood
With their eyes wide open.
Guide my hands oh Lord, and renew my resolve.
Strengthen me in my hour of truth,
and increase my courage to see the mission through.
The men in my care, hear their cries, and see their tears.
Restore their health quickly, so they can gird up themselves
and carry on in battle valiantly.
If they should face death, welcome them into your rest
where they will dwell in peace eternally.
Shield me from the attacks of the enemy,
and keep my hands steady.
Calm my heart in the face of the storm
so I can fulfill my duties and triage correctly.
Allow these men to find solitude in their pain;
take their thoughts away from the severity of their injuries.
Focus their thoughts on the beauty of the women they love,
and bring back fond memories of their families.
In their hour of agony, provide them an escape.
Heavenly Father, for the light of your love we wait.
In the hell of warfare, for your angels we await.