Hymn of Ignited Blades.

The burning blades ignited
Their edges sharp as fire
Their wielders eyes lit bright with Force
All enemies expire.

In the blackness we stride.
In the darkness we hide.
...and when you least expect it...

We are the last thing you never see...

The Creed of the Tyro

We are the Tyro of Shadow Phyle.
We fight for what we believe is right, be it just or unjust.
We will put our lives on the line for the glory of House Qel-Droma and if need be we risk our lives for the sake of the Shadow Clan.
We represent the fighting spirit of the fresh blood of Arcona.
We fight as one.
We die as one, or not at all.
No one gets left behind.
Such is the life of a Tyro
And so it shall remain.
For the Glory of Arcona, We march! We fight! We die!

Soulfire! Pride of the Shadow Clan!
Soulfire! For the team not for the man!
Soulfire! There for our three war wins!
Soulfire! Next world, we'll pay for our sins!

These are my hands.
There are many like them, but only these hands can be mine.
With them I wield my power, without them I could not.
Without them I would be powerless, without me they are powerless.
These are my hands.

The tide has turned
our blood
it burns
with lust for the feel
of battle
once more
Galeres marches on