We dwell in the discomfort that leads to ascension. We take pride in forging our bodies and minds into temples of valor. 

We rise where others kneel. Staring fear of failure in the eyes and spitting in its face. We spite the ideology of collapsing to the pressure of hardship. 

Discipline is our armor. Devotion is our weapon. We carve purpose into our beings, and temper our spirits in a roaring blaze.

We do not chase the glory that mankind has to offer. Instead we chase a state of ascension and the path to an improved self. 

In a brotherhood of aiming for a common goal, we stand by this covenant.