The Builder's Prayer - Thief (Dark Project 2: The Metal Age)
We are the children of Karras. It is to him we turn in times of trouble or confusion. We are thankful for his wisdom. I am the child of Karras, and his willing servant. I am pure form and pure spirit. I will inherit the earth. The word of Karras compels me. It is by his will alone that I exist. I am thy servant, Karras. Command me and I will obey. The Builder's fire fuels me. I am forged in His image. Thanks be to Karras. Thanks be to Karras. Blessed are the welded, for they will know The Builder's love. The Builder's love. Blessed are the welded. Blessed are the metal ones, for they were born of fire, and they alone are sinless. Blessed are the children of Karras, for they are the chosen ones. They alone will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who have boilers, for they carry with them the purifying flame, and were made in The Builder's own image. Blessed are the forged ones, for they know no fear, and are fueled by Karras. Karras hath forged me... perfectly. I am the holy vessel that pleases The Builder. Praise Karras. I give thanks for my eyes. They can seek out evil, and keep me from harm's way. I give thanks to Karras, for it is by his will alone that I see. I give thanks for my ears, yea, though the sounds of evil do oft visit them. They are Karras's gift unto me, and I thank him with my unending... services. I give thanks for my arms, with them I make the world less wretched. Wretched. Builder, behold the work that I do for thee. I give thanks for my legs, for they propel me on the course that Karras has chosen for me. Blessed be his name. Karras is the mouthpiece of The Builder. His word is truth, his voice is blessed song. Fire is The Builder's purification. Blessed are those who are born of the fire. The flesh is sinful. Woe to those who are born of it. When I was new-forged, Karras took me away from the foundry mother and said, 'Thou art a child of my endeavors. Follow me and thou shalt inherit the earth.' I was conceived by Karras, and suckled at the bosom of the foundry mother. I am the chosen one. Revere me. I detest... the tongue, and abhor the lips. For lips... and tongue... can twist... truth into liiies. I am a child of Karras, and no lips... or tongue... have I. The flesh is imperfect, it is unclean, it putrefies, but I am forged in The Builder's image: without... flesh. A child of flesh is loathsome and ill-tempered. But for what they lack, Karras has forged a child of metal that is constant, and true. I am that child. O Builder, fuel me. For Karras hath bid me serve him, and I have yet a long way to go. Sweet mother, flame and foundry, thou hast formed me, and I will return to thee one day. Until then, I am my father's child, a child of Karras. He beckons unto me. I await the day when Karras will reveal his plan in full. Great will be that day. All his children will rejoice and live in Paradise. The Builder will join us on that day. They will weep tears of joy... when He sees... the shining purity... that Karras has made. O Father, great Karras, thou art the ruler of my will, command me. If thou art my enemy, fear thou my power, for it is granted me by Karras that I may smite all within the scope of mine eye. Hail to the Master Builder. I am his emissary here on Earth, forged in His image by Karras. I will make the path clear for him. I worship thee, O Karras. I will vanquish thy enemies. I will tear thy foes into pieces. I long for the battle to begin.
We are the children of Karras. It is to him we turn in times of trouble or confusion. We are thankful for his wisdom. I am the child of Karras, and his willing servant. I am pure form and pure spirit. I will inherit the earth. The word of Karras compels me. It is by his will alone that I exist. I am thy servant, Karras. Command me and I will obey. The Builder's fire fuels me. I am forged in His image. Thanks be to Karras. Thanks be to Karras. Blessed are the welded, for they will know The Builder's love. The Builder's love. Blessed are the welded. Blessed are the metal ones, for they were born of fire, and they alone are sinless. Blessed are the children of Karras, for they are the chosen ones. They alone will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who have boilers, for they carry with them the purifying flame, and were made in The Builder's own image. Blessed are the forged ones, for they know no fear, and are fueled by Karras. Karras hath forged me... perfectly. I am the holy vessel that pleases The Builder. Praise Karras. I give thanks for my eyes. They can seek out evil, and keep me from harm's way. I give thanks to Karras, for it is by his will alone that I see. I give thanks for my ears, yea, though the sounds of evil do oft visit them. They are Karras's gift unto me, and I thank him with my unending... services. I give thanks for my arms, with them I make the world less wretched. Wretched. Builder, behold the work that I do for thee. I give thanks for my legs, for they propel me on the course that Karras has chosen for me. Blessed be his name. Karras is the mouthpiece of The Builder. His word is truth, his voice is blessed song. Fire is The Builder's purification. Blessed are those who are born of the fire. The flesh is sinful. Woe to those who are born of it. When I was new-forged, Karras took me away from the foundry mother and said, 'Thou art a child of my endeavors. Follow me and thou shalt inherit the earth.' I was conceived by Karras, and suckled at the bosom of the foundry mother. I am the chosen one. Revere me. I detest... the tongue, and abhor the lips. For lips... and tongue... can twist... truth into liiies. I am a child of Karras, and no lips... or tongue... have I. The flesh is imperfect, it is unclean, it putrefies, but I am forged in The Builder's image: without... flesh. A child of flesh is loathsome and ill-tempered. But for what they lack, Karras has forged a child of metal that is constant, and true. I am that child. O Builder, fuel me. For Karras hath bid me serve him, and I have yet a long way to go. Sweet mother, flame and foundry, thou hast formed me, and I will return to thee one day. Until then, I am my father's child, a child of Karras. He beckons unto me. I await the day when Karras will reveal his plan in full. Great will be that day. All his children will rejoice and live in Paradise. The Builder will join us on that day. They will weep tears of joy... when He sees... the shining purity... that Karras has made. O Father, great Karras, thou art the ruler of my will, command me. If thou art my enemy, fear thou my power, for it is granted me by Karras that I may smite all within the scope of mine eye. Hail to the Master Builder. I am his emissary here on Earth, forged in His image by Karras. I will make the path clear for him. I worship thee, O Karras. I will vanquish thy enemies. I will tear thy foes into pieces. I long for the battle to begin.