The dearest of the dear, the noblest of the noble, the highest rise among all folk
I will be remembered in the darkest hour, and thats when the moonlight will be amiss
Long be the days, old be the age, but If i liveth, its by the way of the sword
If death wins my soul, then this man is but a mere mortal even if long lived the days
My people no not mediocrity, either take the lead or perish
If death cometh, then be it, for i shall await thee with glee
We welcome you death, for life is worthless without courage
We deem our souls unworthy of life, for the fair lady’s worthy of the gold
We are those that are remembered when the moon don’t shine
We are the bravest of the brave, wisest of the wise, the most humble
