Praise be to Ethos: Lord of Stars, god of men, may his caring eye ever watch your love

I care not for such worthless ants

I fear not the ever-dark, for Ethos' light protect my soul

Twas my light from which the dark came, my amusement that burns your soul

I fear not the heritic or blasphemer, my faith in Him protect my body

Twas my wrath that burned your body

But when my time comes, when my faith not save me from death, my light not save me from the dark, I fear not my demise, for I will therebye spend my existence coddled in the embrace of my lord and love, resting evermore in Telleah: Kingdom of Stars, my weary soul brought peace next to my Lord God.

Foolish mortal, there is no such thing as Telleah, why would I want something so pitiful by my side?

Praise be to Ethos, Praise be to the Creator

Praise to me, sheep, Praise to your Wolf