Am I so young that I have not grasped its understanding,
Or am I so old that I have risen above the need?
I will take up the White Sword of Light to fight the good fight, with it's pierce only drawing blood of ignorance.
Let the blood flow, let truth win the battle.
Keep my blade clean.
Help me lift it, oh Mighty Spirit, for it is so heavy at times.
Help me keep it steady, keep the stab quick and painless.
Always be by my side, my companion in battle.
Lead me...
