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Awaiting the day

When the blades of valor ne’er rust

For brazen might and sharpened mind

In the midst of fell’d degenerates

These warriors fighting on

Between hills of shattered souls

Holding back invading force

With bravery few could ever know

Thermopylae’s shores

No better place for Persian graves

The mouth of Hades opens wide

To devour the blood of the slain

Another, in the midst

Of scowling fools

A mockery of justice

Where knaves feign to rule

This wise suitor

Won’t deny Hemlock’s kiss

With the passion of a youth

Swoons Death with his lips

Behold, o’er yonder

The warrior ablaze

Harnessed a fire from

Whence the sun averts its gaze

“Take heart if alone

Riding in green fields

For you are in Elysium

And are already dead!

Thrown back in life

Returned thrice before

Hold thine sights

On the Isles of Yore

Hold fast, Man of Valor

Reward awaits thee, yet!

Men of renown praise you

On the Isles of the Blessed!”