The dust of warriors gone now remain,
Faiths are unrewarded,
Lovers separated,
The hopeful are hopeless,
And as the darkness sets in,
The sounds of clashing metal can be heard,
The screams of death are audible,
Blood soaks all that is,
And as we near our inevitable doom,
There is but one thing we may do…
We must stand and fight,
Fight on the field of living warriors,
The field of faiths rewarded,
The field of lovers united,
The field of hope,
For hope will shatter the darkness,
And light will eternally pierce the now failing night.