My eyes blink as the sword of enemy pierces my flesh, and leaves me in the sod bleeding. But no tear shall be shed, and our song won't go unsung. Death is a part of war, and it is better to return on a shield than on foot. Oue stand shall be told and re-told, because run we did not. So these days are over, no longer shall I fight. but the enemy, shall suffer my people's plight.