These are the days that test our souls. That freeze our blood in their horror. We fight the darkness, for the darkness is rising. We war against the forces of madness and evil, for they are what shall finally tip the balance on doomsday. We use our comrades' dead bodies as a bulwark from the onslaught of the demons.
And we remember.
We remember the time of peace. The time of light. The days when we were free and unsullied from the blood of our dying dreams.
We remember, and we use our memories as fuel for the fire of our strength. We curse the devils and we fight all the harder for the fury in our souls.
These are the days that test men's souls. That trample the weak, and the strong are crushed four paces on. The days that make us cry to ourselves, 'Where is the hope?'
And we look within. To our souls. And to the sides. To our shieldmates. And we remember.
We are the hope.