I give now my blessing to this holy edge
Sharp as a saber and strong as a sledge.
To shelter my flag resting safe in its home,
To defend it from evil which quickly doth come.
From those who with ice, freeze us dead in our tracks,
From those who would practice such lame-ass attacks.
When they sprint up my ramp, I now smile and I laugh,
For you valiently fly out and chop them in half!
You who doth honor the strongest player,
With reverence I dub thee, mine axe, "Scout-Slayer!"