
Our unmerciful Dark Lord, on whose gilded platter lies the deep fried souls of your opposition, we face an opponent today who has wronged us greatly. However, we know that though their spirit is week, many of their warriors are still strong. Protect us from hubris, and make our will to win greater than ever. Make the hatred of the Vile One flow through the veins of our soldiers, and cause this to be expressed physically, relative to their destruction of their foes, and make the Vile One cry as if all the funnel cakes of the world were no more.
May all that your Grand Army does be Aight in Your sight.