Alistair might well recognize this one: it's the section sung at funerals, and in remembrance of the dead.

"...And she will know no fear of death, for the Maker
Shall be her beacon and her shield, her foundation and her sword."

Cullen rubs at his eyes, and mutters, "Except for the part with the elven gods. -- Maker's breath, and not even them."

Alistair brought up the celebratory bottle of brandy, and Cullen knows he shouldn't touch any of it, but right now it sounds better than anything he can imagine.