T'was not the cross that we carried, nor was the shields that we possessed. It was the reason of why we wielded our swords, it was the reason of why we sacrificed our lives, it was not the words of our lord that inspired us, but the belief of something more, that made us walk with our heads high. Death, violence and blood became our prayers, screams, begs and cries were our songs; and yet, after all that passed, after all that we sacrificed for him was taken, it was only in death that we learned the truth; that he whom we served, was not him whom we worshiped; that we followed only the sins of humanity, that corrupted us into a road, far away from the path that we chose, but didn't follow; and it was not till our last breath, that the truth was shown to us, but by then it was already too late, because we let ourselves get dragged to the wrong path, without complain, and we received out just punishment for it, since there is no other path for those that sin but damnation, we were given the opportunity to choose, and choose we did; the path was set for us, and yet we must repent and suffer for it